Arabella Vanderbilt walked out of the competition venue, and it was already afternoon.
However, at the entrance, a familiar figure quietly stood on the steps.
Arabella's footsteps paused, her eyes slightly narrowed, then she seemed to look through the person as if unseen, lifting her foot intending to walk down the steps.
"Arabella Vanderbilt!"
Seeing that Arabella had no intention of dealing with her, Juliana Vanderbilt suddenly called out. Seeing Arabella continue without stopping, she hurriedly went up to block her path.
Arabella had no choice but to stop, lifting her gaze, she icily looked at her.
"What do you want to say?"
Juliana bit her lip, her eyes filled with undisguised malice and disgust when looking at Arabella.
"You did it on purpose."
"..." Arabella pursed her lips, inhaling deeply with impatience.
"You intentionally told me the words 'Morning Snow', guessing that I would definitely use this name, didn't you?"
