"Still have the energy to go to work at the company?"
As Joel Russo's words fell, Arabella Vanderbilt let out a long sigh in the nape of his neck, getting angry whenever this topic was brought up.
"But I don't want to go home... It's too boring."
Joel Russo caressed her shoulder, pondered for two seconds, "Have your assistant send the documents to my place."
"Hm? Why?"
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Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs of Russo Financial Corporation.
In the simple and grand lobby, business partners and employees from various countries in their high-end suits and dresses were bustling about, resembling a miniature world.
When Joel Russo walked into the lobby holding Arabella Vanderbilt's hand, the passers-by all stopped to greet Joel with a bow.
But more eyes were on Arabella Vanderbilt, filled with awe, envy, and ambiguities.
