"Stay away from Oliver Timmerman! What gives you the right to question him? If it weren't for you, would Timmerman Corporation be in this state? Phoenix Girl? Lucky Star? I think you're nothing but the Sweeper Star! You're the Sweeper Star!!"
Phoenix Girl? Lucky Star?
Sweeper Star?
Arabella Vanderbilt narrowed her eyes. These words sounded an awful lot like Rosy Roberts' tone.
But she had no time to dwell on it, as the door to the adjacent hospital room suddenly opened. A nurse inside spoke softly:
"The Old Master requests Miss Arabella to come in."
Brenda Campbell was clutching Juliana Vanderbilt's hair, venting her rage with all her might, while Oliver Timmerman leaned indifferently against the wall, watching coldly and expressionlessly.
He didn't seem to care about the 18% Timmerman Corporation shares that the Old Master was about to hand over to Arabella Vanderbilt.
He had weighed the pros and cons clearly.
