Humiliation blanketed her completely in an instant...
This bitch!
Juliana Vanderbilt trembled all over, her delicate face, which she had painstakingly made to appear innocently pale and fragile, now deathly white.
Anger flared within her, impossible to conceal, her nostrils quivering in fury, her eyes brimming with hatred.
Everyone could clearly see Juliana shaking violently, almost convulsing.
Watching her, they could feel every pore on Juliana's body seemed to be angrily expanding.
Such a sight was unsettling to observe.
Arabella Vanderbilt, towering above, looked down upon the infuriated Juliana sitting below, her chin slightly raised, the corners of her exquisite lips curved ever so visibly.
Her gaze swept over Oliver Timmerman and Juliana, a proud and aloof smile gracing her beautiful face, before she spoke in a clear, crystalline voice, slowly resonating towards them:
