Joel Russo's expression remained as calm as ever. He reached out to tuck Arabella Vanderbilt's hair behind her ear and spoke indifferently:
"What is it that you want to say, Uncle?"
Yuda Russo's expression turned somewhat serious at this point.
"While you're spending time pleasing a woman, have you ever thought that your parents are still missing, their life or death uncertain?
Instead of managing the company for Miss Vanderbilt and dealing with those who merely insulted her, shouldn't you devote some time to your own parents? If they're alive, you need to find them, and if they're dead... shouldn't you be handling their affairs?
I know these words are unpleasant, but... so be it. I've said what needs to be said. What you decide to do is up to you, just hope you don't really get bewitched and end up like the tyrant King Zhou."
Joel Russo's deep black eyes were filled with a profound coldness churning within.
