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Looking at Arabella Vanderbilt's indifferent yet serious expression, Oliver Timmerman's Adam's apple moved with difficulty twice.
"You said... you like him?"
For so many years, it seemed he had never heard Arabella say this word to him.
Arabella looked at him coolly, not speaking, no longer wanting to be entangled with him.
"Who is it? The man in the car?"
Oliver seemed to be challenging her, determined to get to the bottom of this question.
"Who he is has nothing to do with you, and you have no right to know him."
Arabella no longer wanted to say more to him, walked past him, and directly opened the car door and got in.
Oliver stood in place, stunned for a long time until the car swept past him. Only then did he suddenly come to his senses, turned around abruptly, but only saw the man's profile in the driver's seat.
It seemed he was looking at him, only in the moment he turned his head, the man had already turned away.
