The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

Though not plenty, his fame made a single gig worth hundreds of thousands. 

Phillip actually asked August to prepare afternoon tea for an unruly girl? 

Phillip was way too into her, wasn’t he? 

Seeing Serena’s face contort with anger, Erik couldn’t help but say, “Miss Serena, don’t sweat the small stuff. All love stories start out like this. Gradually, the affection will wane, and there will be more friction between the two.” 

Serena clenched her fists. She couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Now Romeo wasn’t interested in her, and Phillip kept his distance. 

Arabella returned to her office, looking at the dozens of afternoon tea bags on the coffee table with a headache. 

Even if she were to eat them for dinner, she wouldn’t be able to finish them all. 

Dean walked in to report on his work, drooling at the sight of all the food. 

“Ms. Bennett, you’re really living large, huh? You actually bought all these afternoon teas. Can you even finish them?” 

“Just grab whatever you want.” Arabella wasn’t fond of afternoon tea, so she’d rather share than waste it. 

“Ms. Bennett, do you really mean I can take whatever I want? These are handmade afternoon teas by August and Benson.” Dean was almost dropping his jaw. Arabella raised her eyebrow, as if asking, Who were August and Benson? 

“Ms. Bennett, you really don’t know who they are?” 

Dean’s eyes widened, and he swallowed. “August is a top French pastry chef, and Benson is a big shot in the pastry world.” 

Arabella, who had never heard of them, raised her eyebrow in question: “Pricey?” 

“Ms. Bennett, aren’t these the afternoon teas you ordered? It just shows that the person who ordered these for you values and likes you very much.” “Oh?” 

“August has retired. To have him make an afternoon tea is no longer just about money. And Benson, last time an international superstar wanted to taste his afternoon tea, she waited for three whole months, pulling all the strings she had, before Benson made it for her once. These teas of yours should be worth at least hundreds of thousands, right?” 

Arabella was shocked. 

Hundreds of thousands? 

That expensive? 

“Ms. Bennett, don’t you doubt it? With their fame, their pastries are worth this price.” 

Looking at the quantity and the fine craftsmanship. 

Just pick whatever you want.” Arabella leaned lazily on the couch, her tone casual as if it were just regular afternoon tea in front of her, making no difference to her. 

“Well, then I won’t be shy, okay?” Although Dean picked a few, they were all more common ones. He didn’t dare touch any of the expensive ones. 

After a while, Molly came to ask about the design drafts, and Arabella let her take some too.