Arabella Vanderbilt fixed her gaze on Juliana Vanderbilt!
Her clear and cold voice was filled with frost.
"And as for the work in this finals... Juliana Vanderbilt, I should thank you for all the effort you put into winning Rosy Roberts' favor and gaining the trust of the Vanderbilt Family, forcing me abroad and ignoring me! Otherwise here..."
Arabella pointed to her own head, then paused, seemingly hesitant, but after a moment, she continued:
"In the study that belongs to me in the Vanderbilt Family, I personally designed dozens of perfume prescriptions. Do you think that after so many years, so many recipes, if I lose one, I wouldn't notice?"
Juliana looked at her in terror, the woman who always seemed frail and unable to withstand anything, now even forgot how to cry.
"You're wrong!"
Arabella slowly walked out from behind the control panel, her gaze shifting to the Vice President of Arterwall.
The Vice President handed her the documents he hadn't had the chance to review.
