Even without looking at that man's face, he could feel the chilling aura emanating from him.
A line of people marched into the building, no one daring to even lift their heads.
Gradually, the man walking in front, Joel Russo, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The cold expression on his face now featured deeply furrowed brows, and the chill emanating from him became even sharper.
Vincent looked up in confusion, only to see two people entangled with each other up ahead.
"Miss, you've really got it wrong!"
That familiar voice, that familiar profile...
My God, Miss Vanderbilt!
"My love, my hero, my prince, I want to offer myself to you!"
The blond and blue-eyed seductress, as she spoke, purposefully rubbed her ample bosom against Arabella Vanderbilt's arm!
Vincent's body shuddered!
F*** me!!
What's going on?!
Why is Miss Vanderbilt here?
Why does that woman seem so eager to get it on with Miss Vanderbilt right here in the lobby?!
"Miss, I... I'm not into women!"