"As long as you're happy."
Jackson Russo nodded repeatedly, still looking quite moved.
"It's rare for you to care about me like this, of course I'm touched."
"Mm."
"I'm really touched! I'm extremely touched!"
In a high-end private room at Mansion No. 8, Jackson Russo drank the liquor in his glass in one gulp, and slammed the glass onto the table.
Then he looked up, casting a glance at Joel Russo seated in the corner.
The man, unashamed, sat there with a beauty in his arms, quietly accompanying her while playing games with a group of people.
In front of him, a pile of liquor had already amassed.
"Arabella, you lost again."
Isabella Harrison laughed lightly, covering her mouth. Meanwhile, another bottle of alcohol was added in front of Jackson Russo.
Jackson Russo twitched his mouth, his teeth gritting loudly.
Arabella Vanderbilt looked at him apologetically, "... I think I better stop playing, my luck isn't great today."
