"Okay..." Abigail Hemsworth moved her lips, a word had just taken form when a black Spyker slowly stopped beside the two of them.
Then, they saw the car door open, and a tall and upright figure appeared in their view.
In a trim suit, elegant and indifferent, there was always an air of grace and nobility in his every gesture.
Every time Arabella Vanderbilt saw him, she always sensed a depth of scheming and ruthlessness in him.
There was no real evidence, but just by looking at his appearance and aura, she could feel it.
If it weren't for Joel Russo, she might not have had any intersection with this man.
Let alone this time, taking advantage of him in the Pleasure Entertainment affair.
With a celestial attitude, now making people grit their teeth in hatred.
Travis Miller.
Arabella instinctively felt a throb at the center of her forehead. The next second, her hand was swung away by Abigail Hemsworth.
