"Gone crazy, huh? Brother Russo is almost here, and he's not coming alone!"
Everyone was curious, "Who else is coming?"
The person who could accompany Joel Russo surely wouldn't be of ordinary status.
Speaking of which, Rowan Benett's just-stretched arrogant neck suddenly retracted.
"How would I know who it is? But I'm sure, it's a woman!"
"A woman?"
"A woman?"
"No way..."
"Although I've never met Young Master Russo, I have heard of him. He's famously indifferent to women, so how could he possibly bring a woman here?"
Rowan Benett waved his hand dismissively, "Believe it or not, just wait and see."
"No more bets?" someone teased.
Rowan Benett's face turned "brush" black in an instant, recalling how he called Travis Miller "Daddy," which had infuriated him so much that he hadn't slept well for a whole week!
Now to bet because of Brother Russo?
Although he was quite certain that the voice he had just heard was indeed a woman's, he dared not believe in Joel's words anymore.
