The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2058

"My boss wants to see you," a man with a ski mask said as he stepped out of the car, his voice icy, his

eyes emitting a cold gleam. "Before you get in, hand over your phone."

Arabella fished out her cell and tossed it to him. Once he pocketed the device, he gestured for her to

get into the car.

Inside, Arabella sat in the back with imposing poise, as though she owned the vehicle.

A smirk played at the corners of her mouth. She was curious to see who was behind this and what kind

of game they were playing.

"She's in," said the guy riding shotgun, reporting back to his boss on the other end of the phone. "Yes,

got it, I'm on it."

Forty minutes later.

The car pulled up to the outskirts of a neighboring town, halting at a derelict structure that looked like a

half-finished villa, a skeleton of rebar and concrete, rising three and a half stories into the sky.

A fleet of cars was parked outside, and a small army brandishing various weapons trained their sights

on Arabella as she stepped out, wary of any tricks she might pull.

Arabella walked in, the door shutting firmly behind her.

Joyce and Mya were tied up with ropes, huddled on the floor, while the instigator, Yolanda, couldn't hide

her smug grin seeing Arabella arrive.

"Surprised it's me?" Yolanda taunted, her hand wielding a switchblade that she ruthlessly dragged

across Joyce's arm.

Joyce clenched her teeth, refusing to let out even the slightest whimper.

She didn't want Arabella to come for her; Yolanda had lost her mind. She was afraid Arabella would

suffer seeing her in this state, might even get hurt trying to save them.

"Mmmph, mmmph." Mya's cries were muffled by the gag in her mouth, but it was clear she was

begging Arabella to leave.

"Shut up!" Yolanda slapped Mya hard across the face. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

With twenty to thirty henchmen around them, Arabella knew she could take them down, but it would

take time—time enough for them to plunge their blades into her friends.

So, Arabella didn't make a move.

Her composure was unfazed, her clear eyes betraying no emotion.

"Now that I'm here, we can talk," she said.

Her laugh was twisted with malice as she glanced upwards. Drąмanоvels.com

"What do you want?" Arabella asked calmly, her voice steady despite the chaotic scene.