Chapter 387 Discontented

Joel Russo looked down at her, a touch of helplessness in his dark eyes, "The Queen has a real daughter? Now, we don't even know if she's alive or dead."

Arabella Vanderbilt nodded thoughtfully, not particularly surprised. Being part of the Royal Family, fighting for power naturally meant sacrifices would be made.

But it seemed to have nothing to do with her.

She sighed lightly, the sea breeze blowing against her face, the displeasure that had built up at the party now completely dissipated.

"I know it was your idea to have that TV producer stand up for me, I saw it. Joel Russo, thank you..."

"Don't let me hear those two words again. I don't want to listen to them, and it makes you seem insincere. If you feel you can't relieve the gratitude you have for me in your heart, then bring something substantial to..."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft sensation pressed against his lips.

A quick kiss was placed, then left just as quickly.

It happened in an instant.