That handsome yet sinister face appeared in her sight.
This is a dangerous man!
When it comes to emotional unpredictability, this man is probably the epitome.
No one can know what kind of emotion this man will have the next second after smiling amicably the previous second.
Like now, he looked at her and smiled, an innocent yet aggrieved smile.
"Arabella, not coming home is one thing, but not even greeting me when we meet, isn't that too much?"
Arabella Vanderbilt pressed her lips tightly together. To be fair, this was indeed wrong.
"I..."
However, just as she started to speak, the man's face opposite her suddenly darkened, frost apparent in his eyes, and his words seemed to be ground out through his teeth.
"If you dare to say you forgot me..."
He paused, a sharp and cruel smile playing at his lips.
With a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, he pulled a black handgun from his coat.
The muzzle was directly aimed at the center of Arabella Vanderbilt's forehead.
