Arabella Vanderbilt's long lashes drooped slightly, her pair of pitch-black eyes faintly looking at the woman beneath her feet.
"I was initially inclined to argue with you, but it's not because you're particularly difficult to deal with. It's just that bickering with someone like you who suddenly appears out of nowhere makes me appear cheap."
As she spoke, she paused slightly, her eyes narrowing, making her appear sharp and dangerous.
"But you need to understand that my tolerance isn't your license to be arrogant. Where did your lofty arrogance come from back then?"
Arabella looked up at Edward Kirkland and Jeff Kirkland, father and son, on the side, coldly curling her lips.
"You two?"
Jeff Kirkland's expression was noticeably unnatural.
Edward Kirkland's face, which had already lived for half a lifetime, looked utterly desolate.
"Mrs. Russo... This woman has nothing to do with us?"
