"Do you mean me?" Arabella Vanderbilt chuckled, glancing out the window. "Would you dare let me leave?"
Jackson Russo's face shifted abruptly, and he quickly stood up.
Thus, the second heir of the Russo Family, born with a silver spoon and pampered for over twenty years, now has a dark expression and clumsily bends down to clean up the dishes.
Arabella cast him a casual glance, her gaze sweeping lightly before she walked toward the corridor by the window. She took a glance at the end of it and curved her lips slightly. A short corridor, with a door leading to the study at the end.
Jackson watched Arabella's series of movements, feeling a bit puzzled. "How did you know that's the study?"
Upon hearing this, Arabella turned her head and countered, "Why wouldn't it be the study? Judging by the room's layout design, would it make sense for that to be a bathroom?"
After saying that, she smirked, lifted her foot, and walked in.
Jackson: "..."
