That was the most familiar mocking gaze Oliver Timmerman had seen lately.
Oliver Timmerman's voice was very low, he clearly didn't want too many people to know about this.
However, Juliana Vanderbilt and Rosy Roberts behind him had both heard it.
Juliana Vanderbilt even turned around and hurriedly came to Oliver Timmerman's side.
"Brother Oliver, let me do the talking, I'll go up on stage and say it, it's all my fault, it's all because I couldn't control my own heart..."
The atmosphere among the few people was unusual, inevitably attracting the slow approach of many onlookers, especially those media reporters who had smelled the scent of a story.
"What nonsense?!"
The gloomy voice of Rosy Roberts growled out, prompting another cold laugh from Arabella Vanderbilt.
"Grandma... I can't let Brother Oliver bear all this..."
"Enough, stop causing trouble! Don't any of you care about your reputation?!"
