Joel Russo finished speaking and walked straight towards the restaurant. Arabella Vanderbilt glanced at him and blinked with a smile.
"Arabella Vanderbilt, can you think about whether others have a brain before you speak?"
"What's wrong?"
Abigail Hemsworth turned to look at her, resting her hand on one cheek, her casual voice warm and light, "Are you out of money?"
"Not really. But with so many people, it's inevitable for the company to have cash flow issues, right?"
Abigail understood, smiling with a subtle curve of her eyes, "Quite inevitable, indeed."
What Arabella Vanderbilt wanted to express from the beginning was simply an inevitable—reason!
As for whether the real situation is like that, as long as the reason is sufficient, it can be or cannot be!
Abigail maintained a half-smile pose, resting her cheek and watching Arabella.
This woman, she couldn't help but feel envious, jealous, and resentful of her.
