"Are you... heading out?"
Arabella Vanderbilt sized him up and down. His suit was sharp and expensive, perfectly pressed, accentuating his tall and slender figure, with proportions that seemed nearly perfect.
His face naturally carried a hint of smile, giving off a refined, elegant, and distinguished gentlemanly aura of a Noble Young Master.
However, in reality, he was—
A wolf in sheep's clothing, a hypocrite in disguise.
Travis Miller's narrow and dark eyes caught the fleeting emotion in Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes, his thin lips curled into a subtle sneer, seemingly indifferent.
"Yes, going out."
He didn't explain why he pressed the elevator button and then returned, but instead turned his body to face them, "Care to join me?"
He appeared to have no sincerity at all.
