Meanwhile, outside the hotel entrance, a black Bugatti sedan came to a smooth stop…
Dressed in a sharp black suit, Blaze swiftly got out of the driver's seat and quickly, with all due respect, opened the car door, his hand resting on the edge of the door frame as he carefully assisted the woman down.
"Miss Vanderbilt, be careful."
"Thank you."
The voice arose, not too fast nor too slow, carrying a touch of softness within its airy lightness.
As the woman emerged from the car, the once noisy entrance gradually fell silent.
"Miss Vanderbilt, the gentleman is currently with guests and will come later with them. He is bound to be busy tonight, but I hope you enjoy yourself."
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded, "I know. Tell him not to worry about me; my friends are waiting for me."
Vincent nodded and couldn't help but look up at Arabella.
His eyes shimmered, struck with a jolt, and he quickly bowed and stepped aside, respectfully extending his hand to let Arabella into the hotel.
