The auction finally ended, and Aaron Perkins followed Joel Russo, Arabella Vanderbilt, and the others as they left.
"Do you have anything else to do?" Joel Russo asked Aaron coldly.
"No."
Joel Russo's gaze grew even colder.
Arabella Vanderbilt sighed softly and resignedly touched her forehead.
"I'll go and get the car." Aaron Perkins shook the car keys in his hand.
Joel Russo clenched the keys in his hand tighter.
Once again, the two of them had no choice but to go and start their cars.
After they each found their cars, as they were about to open the doors, Aaron Perkins suddenly spoke up.
"I advise you to care a little less for women; even if you do care, keep it in check. Your Russo Corporation is no ordinary family; being good to her doesn't necessarily mean it's truly good for her."
Joel Russo's hand paused in the midst of opening his car door, and his brows were tinged with a deep, brooding frown.
