A gloomy voice suddenly came from the doorway.
Everyone turned to look at the door. Joel Russo, with a stern face, took off his coat and handed it to a servant nearby. His perfectly tailored expensive suit wrapped around his perfect physique as he walked into the living room with long strides.
Selvia Todd stood up, her gaze glued to him.
The clean and crisp aura made her heart tighten.
"Brother Russo."
When Joel saw her, his already sullen face grew darker.
But his gaze went directly to Arabella Vanderbilt.
Isabella Harrison released her tightly clenched fist; it seemed it wasn't her time to shine this round.
With a faint smile, she suddenly said, "Lord Executive Chief, your wife got herself into trouble! Aren't you shocked, surprised, happy?"
Are you a monkey sent to amuse us?!
Is that how you stir up enmity?
Arabella cast a sidelong glance at Isabella.
His wife almost got schemed against, and he'd only be happy if he were a ghost.
