Chapter 63

Felicia almost gagged at hearing the word "fiancé". She didn't bother to hide the evident disdain on her face as she replied, "I'm not picking up trash from a garbage dump." Stephan seemed to chuckle. His voice carried the usual indifference but with a hint of mischief. "At least you have a good taste." From Stephan tone, it seemed he was looking down on Arnold as well. Felicia was slightly surprised, but the Rolls-Royce had started moving before she could ask. Through the lowered window, Stephan leaned lazily against the leather seat. He radiated an impenetrable air of coldness despite his relaxed posture. Every gesture of his exuded an innate commanding presence. Rays of sunlight cast on his face, highlighting his pale complexion and chiseled features. Felicia was momentarily dazed. It was only then that she remembered that Stephan, the head of the Russell family, was just 28 years old yet already wielded immense power. Arnold was nothing compared to him. Felicia started