Seeing Arabella Vanderbilt standing at the top of the stairs, he smiled and greeted, "Good morning, Madam."
"Good morning."
Arabella replied, then watched as Vincent directed two people to carry away the genuine leather sofa in the living room that had barely been used a few times...
"Hey..." Arabella reached out to stop them, then two other people at the door carried a brand new sofa inside.
Her eyes moved around in their sockets, and she pressed her lips tightly together.
She really shouldn't have said anything extra.
By this time, Joel Russo had already walked to her side, wrapped his arm around her waist, and leaned in close, his voice carrying a faint smile.
"Is there anything else you're not satisfied with?"
Arabella pointed towards the door, "What do you plan to do with that sofa?"
"Throw it away."
Arabella frowned, "What a waste."
Joel reached out and smoothed her fluffy hair, "We aren't short of money to buy a set of sofas, Mrs. Russo."
