"...The premise is to be reasonable, don't spoil him too much. If you end up raising a playboy, who are you going to cry to?"
Isabella Harrison pursed her lips, "True."
After a moment of silence, Isabella continued, "What's the deal with that Viscount Reis? Your Grandma certainly can't repay those two billion plus dollars, right? I think by then, he'll cling to you. What will you do then?"
"We'll see."
"You really are carefree! But I heard that Reis mentioned the state banquet in Y Country, are you going too? You should be cautious; by then, it'll be on their turf."
Arabella Vanderbilt squinted her starry eyes slightly, thinking about Reis, still having some unresolved doubts in her mind.
At that time, Reis should have appeared in the western suburbs with Second Uncle.
