Arabella Vanderbilt didn't ask further. It seemed that he was quite confident about the Russo Corporation.
Joel Russo put on his clothes, swept Arabella Vanderbilt into his arms, and headed towards the bed.
"Keep me company for a while."
"I'll go prepare something for you to eat…"
"Let's talk about it when we wake up."
He gently placed Arabella Vanderbilt onto the bed, then lay down beside her, pulling her into his embrace with a long arm.
Arabella obediently let him hold her. She slightly tilted her head, looking at the man's handsome face with closed eyes, and her lips curled faintly.
"You haven't mentioned why I've suddenly become Queen Ylaya's Granddaughter. Did you already guess it?"
Joel Russo didn't open his eyes. Arabella saw that even his pupils under his eyelids didn't move.
"What's the point in mentioning it?" He tightened his hold on her, buried his head in her fragrant neck, and said in a low, muffled voice:
