Dominic Vanderbilt could only let out a sigh in the end, helplessly shaking his head, "I know, Blue Rhythm, it won't last long in her hands."
Arabella Vanderbilt just smiled and stayed silent.
The living room was quiet for a moment, so every little sound was crystal clear.
Faintly, footsteps could be heard from upstairs. Arabella turned to look, and sure enough, within two seconds, a tall and slender figure appeared at the top of the staircase.
A large and well-proportioned frame, tall and straight.
A suit, immaculately pressed, had yet to be taken off, making those long, straight legs look even excessively lengthy from below.
In his hand, he held the white porcelain cup Arabella often used in the study, and his arm bent, revealing the cuff of his spotlessly white shirt.
An innate aura of nobility and grace distinguished him, and despite not needing to stand on such a high spot, one couldn't help but look on with admiration and enchantment.
