Joel Russo stood there, unshakable as Mount Tai!
Dressed in a black, luxurious suit, the coat wrapped around his sturdy and perfectly proportioned body, with a spotlessly white shirt peeking out from his neckline, and an expensive, exquisite tie that Arabella Vanderbilt had personally tied for him this morning!
He raised his arms, his left hand carelessly touching the cuff of his right suit sleeve, and in that slight movement, the white cuff of his shirt revealed a pricey dark blue cufflink, adding a touch of delicacy and supreme nobility to his entire demeanor.
However, at this moment, that handsome face was shrouded with a thick layer of anger.
An intimidatingly cold aura dispersed around him.
The air was suddenly filled with a suffocating and solemn atmosphere!
The photography studio inadvertently fell into a quiet and silent ambience.
Everyone was puzzled, yet too afraid to even breathe.
All buried in their work at hand.
