Arabella Vanderbilt stifled a breath, "Since we have finished discussing matters, I shall..."
"I haven't had dinner yet, stay and have dinner with me before you go."
"Cough..."
Vincent, sitting next to her, suddenly choked and couldn't help but cough.
Aaron Perkins's long, dark eyes lightly glanced at him, then he picked up his water glass and took a sip without a sound.
Arabella didn't intend to comply, turning around to pick up her bag.
Just as she was about to get up, Aaron Perkins's indifferent voice rang out again.
"What do you think if I invest another sum of money into Timmerman Corporation?"
Arabella gritted her teeth; this hypocritical and scheming gentleman.
As time ticked by second by second, Arabella sincerely felt that the speed of serving food was too slow.
Looking at Vincent, he was almost finished with his two plates of pasta.
Arabella, am I not handsome enough, or not rich enough?" Aaron Perkins suddenly spoke.
