Arabella Vanderbilt raised an eyebrow, a smile of inexplicable meaning at the corner of her lips:
"Want me to go with you? Are you sure?"
Beverly nodded, "Is there anything inconvenient?"
Arabella Vanderbilt let out a cold laugh, now reclining on the couch, holding a piece of fruit leisurely like a goddess.
Inconvenient?
Afraid there's no one more idle than her right now?
Saying she's picking fruit for Grandmother to show filial piety, is she really in an inconvenient state?
Lowered her eyes to conceal the expression within them, then lifted her gaze again to say:
"Do I look like someone who's inconvenienced now?"
Beverly forced out a stiff smile, "Great, let's go together then."
Arabella Vanderbilt placed the fruit in her mouth, then slowly sat upright, stared at Beverly for a long time, and then curled her lips:
"Going is no big deal, I'm just worried we might encounter the same driver as last time, and if I never return this time, it would be so not worth it."
