After the meal, Arabella Vanderbilt had intended to help clean up the table.
However, a servant hurried over to tell her that her phone in her bag had been ringing continuously; afraid that the phone would run out of battery, they couldn't help but come to remind her.
In fact, since last night, Oliver Timmerman's texts and calls hadn't stopped, Arabella had been ignoring him, but she hadn't expected his persistence to be so deep.
But when she took out her phone and saw the caller ID, it wasn't Oliver Timmerman.
Victor Vanderbilt...
Her father in name.
Quite the rarity.
Narrowing her starry eyes, she paused for a moment, then walked to the living room's balcony with her phone to answer the call.
"What is it?" Her voice was waveless and devoid of warmth.
"You... ingrate, is this how you speak to your father?!" Victor Vanderbilt's angry voice came through immediately.
"Father? Ha, you're just Juliana Vanderbilt's father."
