She grabbed Abigail Hemsworth's hand and looked at it; three of the nails on her fingers had been brutally split, with blood oozing from the nail beds.
Travis Miller's gaze fell on that hand, and his dark, cold eyes couldn't help but constrict upon seeing the blood, tightening his grip on the steering wheel unconsciously.
"Travis Miller, it's widely rumored in the circle that you're always generous and gentlemanly with the women around you. Why are you so aggressive with this woman who's been sharing your bed for more than three years?"
Arabella Vanderbilt looked at the man in the expensive suit, whose presence and demeanor remained unaffected despite the slight disarray of his clothes, feeling somewhat infuriated.
Previously, she only felt Travis Miller was a hypocrite disguised in gentleman's clothing, but now she truly recognized him as quite the scoundrel!
Yet, nobody seems to be able to tame this kind of man!
