After glancing at Arabella Vanderbilt, who displayed an indifferent and unruffled demeanor, there was a touch of annoyance on her porcelain-white face.
"You... so cold and aloof, really boring, exactly like my fiance!"
Arabella Vanderbilt had no choice but to say,
"Congratulations, soon you'll become a bride from the Eastern Country."
Angeline Copeland's face turned a few shades redder, glanced at Arabella Vanderbilt, and then leaned in a bit closer to her.
"That reminds me... you kind of resemble my fiance in some ways..."
Arabella Vanderbilt was both amused and frustrated; today, she seemed to have heard these kinds of remarks more than anything else.
"Angeline Copeland."
A deep and indifferent voice sounded at this moment.
Arabella Vanderbilt clearly saw Angeline Copeland's beautiful and lovely face suddenly stiffen, and her entire demeanor became unnatural.
Then she slowly pulled back and stood up straight, muttering quietly, "Stupid ice block!"