"Confirmed?"
Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes flickered evasively as she spoke in a low voice, "Confirmed what?"
Joel Russo curled his lips, "It seems one kiss is far from enough for you to recognize me, then let's have two more!"
As he spoke, he leaned in toward Arabella Vanderbilt again.
Arabella Vanderbilt quickly turned her head aside and chuckled, holding his chest, "Stop messing around..."
"Chairman Roberts, please halt!"
Vincent's voice rose sternly and seriously, and two tall bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward to stand behind Vincent.
There was no emotion in their eyes, cold like death warriors, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any improper move from anyone.
It was clear to everyone that these men were not to be trifiled with.
Rosy Roberts also wisely stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowed as she stared intently at Vincent, her aged eyes still filled with authority.
"Who are you?"