The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1643

Chapter 1643

"Hi," Romeo's voice was more formal than before, lacking the seductive undertone it carried earlier, but

there was a hint of warmth in it. Horace knew that this touch of warmth came from the boss's influence.

"Did Bella get through the night without any scrapes?" Romeo asked softly.

"No, the boss's got some slick moves; took them all on single-handedly."

"Focus on driving," Arabella swiveled the camera back to Horace.

"Was there a fight?" Romeo's tone was laced with concern, "Did you get hurt?"

"No."

Maybe to ease his worry, Arabella added, "Just a bunch of nobodies."

Horace was stunned. The boss called that 300-pound muscle-bound boxer a nobody? And what about

Zebulon's dozens of henchmen?

"I thought this trip was supposed to be a cakewalk, just a quick pick-up and meet with the client before

heading back?" Romeo's worry was evident, "What happened? I can send some guys from Mafia C to

back you up."

Mafia C??

Horace's eyes bulged, his mouth agape in shock. Was he out of the loop, or had the boss not made the

announcement? Romeo was with Mafia C?

And if he could dispatch Mafia C's men at will, could Romeo be Mafia C's boss?? The possibility made

Horace freeze in place. He couldn't fathom the boss being involved with someone from Mafia C.

"Everything's been taken care of tonight." Arabella gestured with the backpack nearby, "We've got the

goods."

"Is the rest of the trip going to be dangerous?"

"It's safe."

"Don't lie to me."

"Really, it's just some fashion designs for a client, then heading back. You take care of things at

Dawnstar; don't worry about me here."

At that moment, Horace wished he could turn invisible. He'd never expected the boss and Romeo to be

so tender with each other behind closed doors.

It was so bittersweet. This was the first time he'd seen two fearsome figures show such a different side

in private.

After chatting with Romeo for a few minutes until they reached the hotel entrance, Arabella finally

ended the video call.

"Boss, I'll walk you up."

Before Arabella could protest, Horace was out of the car, opening the door for her and carefully holding

her bag.

Back in the presidential suite, Horace couldn't help but express his concern, "Boss, those guys might

not replace this place tonight, but if they do, you can twist the wall lamp behind the sofa to reveal a fire

escape. If there's trouble, call me first, don't try to handle it alone."

Good, he was learning to care. Arabella's lips curled into a smile, "Got it."

"Well then, boss, I'll leave you to rest," Horace closed the door behind her.

It was nearly 1 a.m. Arabella took a bath and fell asleep soon after.

Early in the next morning, Arabella woke up to several messages, one of which was from her bestie.

[Bella, are you in Belloria by any chance? Heard about some young woman stirring up trouble at

Zebulon's joint last night, even knocked a boxer on his backside. I bet it was you, am I right?]

The sender was Ophelia Almond, one of Arabella's closest friends.

Arabella texted back, [It was me.]

Ophelia called her, and after hearing the whole story, she too was fuming.

[These jerks deserve a lesson. Last time at another underground ring I saw them forcing an old man to

fight, I trashed the place too.]

Bullying the weak was the lowest of the low.

"These people will do anything for a buck; they don't see others as human," Ophelia's voice was filled

with righteous anger. Arabella smiled, "What have you been up to lately?"