Old Master Russo's gaze scrutinized her, feeling that something was different about Arabella Vanderbilt at this moment.
"What are you here for?"
His voice remained cold and stern.
Arabella lightly tugged at the corners of her lips, standing still in front of him, looking at the master calmly, and slowly said:
"Isn't this what you've been expecting?"
Old Master squinted his eyes, staring at her, his deep eyes seemingly trying to see through her.
After a moment, he snorted coldly and nodded his chin toward the empty seat opposite.
"Sit."
Arabella sat down as instructed, smiling lightly as she met Old Master Russo's eyes.
"I hope you didn't come for nothing this time." The old master stared directly at her.
Arabella smiled faintly, "Old Master, Joel and I have registered our marriage, do you remember?"
The old master's brows furrowed tightly, "It seems you're not here to compromise with me this time. Do you think marrying into the Russo Family means you can rest easy?"
