But every time she thought of the cheque for 650 million in her bag, that bit of awkwardness instantly vanished like smoke.
Without any hesitation, she signed her name, then pushed the documents to Arabella Vanderbilt, who also signed without hesitation.
Afterwards, she tossed the pen aside, put the nearly blank sheet of paper into her bag, and stood up.
"That's it then."
Seeing her about to leave, Juliana Vanderbilt quickly stood up and followed her.
"Sister, let me walk you out."
Even though Arabella ignored her, Juliana still followed.
As the car door was opened, Juliana's voice, cold and distinctly sharp, resounded from behind.
"Sister, for someone as tough as you, I think you definitely wouldn't want that house. Indeed, it feels like charity, and I feel embarrassed for you."
Arabella stood in front of the car door, staring into the darkness ahead for a couple of seconds, then slowly turned around and glanced at her lightly.
