Arabella Vanderbilt felt hungry again around four or five in the afternoon. When she went to the bathroom, she happened to encounter two receptionists gossiping while washing something.
"I never would've thought that our President Vanderbilt's fiancé is actually the executive director of Russo Financial Corporation..."
"Yeah, I never thought in that direction at all. Comparing him with Young Master Timmerman from before, it feels oddly satisfying, doesn't it?"
"But it's a pity, the threshold of the Russo Family is so high, who knows if President Vanderbilt and the executive director will make it... oh, President Vanderbilt."
One of the secretaries noticed Arabella and both of them immediately tensed up.
Caught right in the middle of gossiping, although they hadn't said much bad, they still mentioned something that could be hurtful.
Arabella let out an "Mm," walked to the sink, but her gaze was fixed on the two boxes of cherry tomatoes in their hands.
