"Really?" Arabella Vanderbilt asked indifferently.
She didn't pay much attention to this aspect, which explains why things were so quiet on her end; it turned out Juliana Vanderbilt had made the first move.
She smirked coldly, not surprised in the least.
It was very much in keeping with Juliana Vanderbilt's way of doing things.
"So... Arabella, how do you think you did this time?"
Isabella Harrison had no idea how the Perfumery Competition worked, so she was completely clueless about the fact that Arabella already knew the results. Her voice was extra cautious, as if afraid to touch on a sensitive point for Arabella.
"Arabella, really, the outcome isn't that important. If you lose, you lose. We can just not sell in the Russo Corporation's malls. Don't take it too hard..."
Arabella couldn't help but press her lips together and silently chuckle, "I'm fine, as long as it doesn't bother you."
"Um..."
"What style do you want for the wedding? Outdoors or in the hall?"
