Arabella Vanderbilt leaned against the wall, her crimson lips parted, breathing in fresh air.
The air around her still carried the scent of the man, and her star-like eyes fixed on the handsome face only a paper's width away from her.
"Arabella... you must remember firmly, your future belongs to me, you understand?"
Arabella's eyes paused for a moment, "Can I protest?"
"No."
Joel Russo's deep voice directly cut off her retreat, "But I have a lot of friends, do they all have to be packed up and taken over by you as well?"
Joel bent down and kissed her ear, inhaling the unique feminine scent wafting from her collar.
Upon hearing her words, his movements halted for a moment and his breathing became heavier.
"If they are friends..."
This was the sentence he gave after a long silence, seeming like a half-sentence.
Arabella inexplicably felt another wave of uneasiness from him.
This was the emotion recently emanating from Joel Russo.
"Joel..." she suddenly called him.
