She glanced at the computer screen, which was densely packed with data that dazzled her eyes.
She felt a sudden sharp pain in her head and quickly shifted her gaze.
"How come the workload has been so heavy lately?" she asked with a frown, her voice clear.
Cool fingers with a suitable pressure, Joel Russo leaned back on the chair back, closing his eyes and enjoying Arabella Vanderbilt's service.
"It seems you are busier than me."
Arabella Vanderbilt slightly curved her lips, thinking, right, just waiting here.
"The company's matters should be coming to an end, Gina Sims has been leading some of the agents, and I've handed over Jinna Martinez's matters to her, there shouldn't be any big problems now."
Joel Russo slowly opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and guided her beside him; then, with a long stretch of his arm, he wrapped it around Arabella Vanderbilt's waist and firmly held her in his embrace.