"Young Master Perkins is truly a businessman, spot on in identifying business opportunities!"
Aaron Perkins' dark eyes fleetingly swept over her, his expression remarkably indifferent.
"What caught your eye? I can bid for it on your behalf in a moment."
Arabella Vanderbilt sat in her seat, her lips tightly pursed, helplessly closing her eyes momentarily.
"No need, Young Master Perkins, I have money of my own."
"Consider it compensation for not sending you roses."
"…Really, there's no need."
Arabella was somewhat speechless; she stared at Aaron's handsome and indifferent face for a while, before she could no longer hold back her puzzlement and blurted out:
"Young Master Perkins, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Aaron Perkins slightly curled his lips but did not look up, simply saying in a very tranquil voice:
"Isn't it obvious? I'm pursuing you."
