If there weren't a dozen bodyguards following him, I would have thought it was a fashion show.
But when she looked at me, there was no warmth in her eyes, as if she was looking at a strange object.
I was just about to step forward and say hello when Victoria glanced at the male assistant lying on the ground.
She frowned slightly, but with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
"Blake, why are you lying on the ground?"
When the male assistant saw Victoria appear, the harshness and arrogance on his face were immediately replaced by grievance.
He tilted his head back, his eyes slightly red.
"Victoria, you're here!"
"It was this ignorant fellow who was dragging such a big box and rushing around, and he knocked me down!"
"My poor watch, I only wore it for one day and it got smashed like this by him. There's such a deep scratch and she still refuses to admit it!"
As he said this, he glared at me fiercely.
Victoria's eyes finally fell on me.
"Are you Mrs. Vance's son, Ethan Arlington?"
Her tone was flat, without any warmth.
I met her gaze and responded calmly.
"It's me."