Subconsciously, everyone in the living room turned around to look in the direction of the doorway.
Henrick froze as soon as he saw Vinson. He was surprised and terrified at the same time.
I wonder how much Vinson has heard from the conversation just now. What if he gets annoyed because he wants to protect Arielle? Will he get angry with me too?
As soon as he tried to greet Vinson, Vinson broke the silence with a cold voice, “Why does she have to massage for that rude old hag? Henrick, is this how Arielle spends her days in your house?”
Malorie furrowed her brows as she looked at Vinson. The next second, her eyes suddenly glinted.
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