Shandie’s expression bordered on savagery, to which Arielle responded with a stern rebuke. “Get your hands off. You’ve been warned!”
She had really been overtly polite to Shandie all the time.
Shandie was stewing as she stared straight into Arielle’s eyes, but what she saw hidden inside was like a gargantuan glacier that could swallow someone whole.
That intimidating coldness shocked Shandie as it was something she had never seen before.
Arielle tugged Shandie’s offending hand off her own collar and turned to the host. “Sir, I think my sister might be a little agitated, so it might be best if you could bring her backstage to cool off.”
Before the host could react, two black-clad bodyguards walked onstage and positioned themselves either side of Shandie before they escorted her off.
Arielle was a little taken aback by the appearance of the duo as she did not bring along any bodyguards herself on this trip back.
In the next second, a tall and stalwart man steadily approached her.
It was Vinson.
His standout chiseled face appeared unapproachable without a smile, but perhaps owing to the lighting from behind him, he seemed a little more genial at this time,
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