A gust of chilly wind seemed to appear out of nowhere in the entire hall, whistling past.
Everyone simultaneously looked at Joel Russo beside them, only to see him staring at the couple embracing in the distance with an unusually calm and indifferent expression.
But they all knew, were certain, and very sure that the waves of chilly wind were emanating from Joel Russo.
Jackson Russo simply covered his eyes with his hand. This scene... was simply too terrifying.
Declan Wolles maintained the same posture, staring blankly for a few seconds, before turning his eyes to Joel Russo's face.
The smug expression on his face was undeniably provocative.
Joel Russo's handsome face was tense, his gaze sharp enough to pierce Declan Wolles like a porcupine.
Fortunately, Arabella Vanderbilt did not hug him for too long. After a few seconds, she straightened up and looked up at him.
"I'm going back now."
Declan Wolles was in an unparalleled good mood and nodded without thinking.
