A cold hard voice tried to soften, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't take responsibility every time something happens."
Vincent hurriedly rushed in from outside, and just by hearing the sound of leather shoes on the floor, it was clear just how urgent he was.
"Sir!"
Vincent's breath was slightly panting, and his voice was intensely serious.
Arabella Vanderbilt tried to move away from Joel Russo's embrace, but Joel held her head firmly, not allowing her to move.
Then, his icy and emotionless voice sounded above her head.
"What's going on?"
Arabella initially wanted to struggle, but upon hearing Joel's cold voice, she immediately abandoned the idea.
She couldn't imagine how his face looked with a voice so cold it could freeze someone solid.
She couldn't imagine, but Vincent was directly facing it right now.
It was a kind of coldness suffocating enough to snatch one's breath away.
