Arabella Vanderbilt simply nodded calmly, "Young Master Benett, he's my lifesaver."
Joel Russo's dark brows came together in an instant, and a deep shade gathered at the bottom of his eyes, "A lifesaver?"
Travis Miller, standing beside him, watched Joel Russo's slightly unsightly complexion and lifted the corner of his lips slightly, "Isn't she the woman who fell overboard on the cruise ship that time?"
Joel Russo's gaze shifted to Travis Miller.
The cigarette in Travis Miller's hand was half smoked, and he had barely inhaled a few puffs. He now stood up to press the cigarette butt on the coffee table before curving his lips into a faint smile, saying naturally:
"A month ago, Rowan saved a woman who fell into the water and couldn't swim. I heard it was quite serious, serious to the extent that she had to receive artificial respiration."
Artificial respiration...
Rowan Benett stiffened, a cold wind howling past.
