Joel Russo's deep and icy gaze fell upon Juliana Vanderbilt, and she felt a chill run down her spine. She hurriedly explained:
"It was an accident, I really didn't mean to do it... Would those models falling on the stage also be trying to get back at someone?"
Arabella Vanderbilt's lips curled into a smile, "So, all you have left is the excuse of an 'accident'."
Juliana Vanderbilt's eyes reddened as she looked at Arabella Vanderbilt, her face a picture of aggrieved sadness.
"Sister... why must you always suspect others with ill intent?"
Arabella Vanderbilt sneered, her smile as sharp and cold as a knife wrapped in ice.
"Don't throw your dirty water on me! There's no one else, it's just you, your pretense makes me sick!"
Arabella Vanderbilt spoke bluntly and unreservedly, her tone as cold as frost, her words fierce, somehow conveying the momentum of stating facts.
"My God, what on earth did Juliana Vanderbilt do to be so disliked by someone?"
