The man trembled in fear and quickly retracted his hand.
"Mr... Mr. Murillo..."
Chelsea turned her head.
She didn't know when Russell stood behind them.
His gaze was cold and indifferent as if he was angered.
Thinking of this, Chelsea suddenly paused and wondered if every time Russell saw her, he would think of 160 million dollars, so he had always been unkind to her?
She immediately smiled, "Mr. Murillo, sorry to keep you waiting."
"So you know that," Russell snorted.
Chelsea smiled with guilt, "I could have come here half an hour earlier, but I went to get the clothes. The new release is pretty good, so I bought two shirts for you and delayed some time."
Russell paused and snorted, "You always have reasons." His tone eased a lot.
"Don't stand there," he said as he glanced at Ch
