Isabella Harrison was lazily leaning back in her chair, her hand on the armrest, her expression somewhat pale.
Hearing Arabella Vanderbilt's question, she curled her lips into a smile, shaking her head, "I'm fine."
Arabella Vanderbilt noticed her pale complexion, looked at the table full of dishes, and urged:
"Are you hungry? Hurry up and eat something!"
Isabella Harrison nodded, straightened up in her seat, and with a forced casual sigh she looked at Joel Russo, joking:
"To achieve long-term cooperation with Executive Chief Russo, I've really worn myself out lately. Are you covering the bill tonight? If so, I definitely need to eat more to replenish the strength and nutrients I've lost these days!"
Joel Russo glanced at her lightly, "You had it the worst?"
Isabella Harrison raised her eyebrows and smiled, picking up the chopsticks and placing a piece of meat on Arabella Vanderbilt's plate.
