The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 2000

Arabella's heart ached as she watched the grieving families, their tears flowing freely. She made a

solemn vow, "We will get to the bottom of this. Rest assured, if there's any responsibility on our part, we

won't shy away from it. But mark my words, this smacks of a smear campaign against the Collins

family. Whoever is behind this, we'll hunt them down and bring them to justice."

Just then, a familiar doctor rushed over, urgency in his voice, "Ms. Bella, you've arrived just in time.

One of the car accident victims is in critical condition, hanging by a thread. Could you take a look?"

The families clamored with concern, "Is it my daughter?"

"Dr. Benedict, please tell me, is it my son? I'm the father of the patient in bed 18."

"My husband was brought in for emergency surgery this morning. Is it him you're talking about?"

"It's the patient in bed 19. Please, everyone, keep calm," Dr. Benedict explained, then turned to NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Arabella, "Ms. Bella, can you help?"

Arabella nodded and followed him away.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of McMllian Corporation, a car worth a small fortune pulled up. A driver

opened the door for Harriet, handing her a lunchbox with the utmost respect.

Clutching the lunchbox, Harriet looked up at the towering skyscraper – it had been a while since her

last visit.

As she entered, the receptionists rose to greet her with reverence.

"Ms. Monroe, we haven't seen you in some time."

"I'm here to surprise Romeo. No need to alert him," she said, heading forward with lunchbox in hand,

as if she were already the lady of the manor.

"Ms. Monroe." Alice, one of the receptionists, stepped forward apologetically, "I'm sorry, but could you

please wait here for a moment? Mr. Romeo is in a meeting and has a VIP client next. May I call Carl

to..."

"Are you suggesting I'm not as important as some client?"

"Of course not!" the receptionist hurriedly responded, "It's just that, recently, a client barged upstairs

unannounced, and it put the boss in a foul mood. We all got an earful."

Harriet smirked coldly, "And what's that got to do with me? Do you think Romeo would be upset to see

me? Don't you know how I stand in his heart?"

"Absolutely, in Mr. Romeo's eyes, you are like his sister."

At the word "sister," Harriet peered over her sunglasses, her displeasure evident as she scrutinized the

receptionist.

"Alice, I find you increasingly irritating. What if I decide to go up today, right now?"

With a push, Harriet sent her sprawling, stepping into the elevator and slamming the door-close button.

Alice crashed to the ground, her back hitting a trash can, pain shooting through her spine.

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"Ms. Luna, you're here?" said Alice, concern in her voice.