The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1296

Chapter 1296

Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Arabella casually instructed Gordon, "Spread his current location as soon as possible"

“Roger that.” Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.

Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Arabella by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and cautiously asked, "Are you guys working for Darren?"

“That's not for you to ask, Arabella retorted coldly.

"What should I do next?"

“Go to the corner store, pick up some stuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite."

With no other choice, Cornell complied.

“We'll head to his place first."

Arabella deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to catch up with Arabella and whispered, "Ms. Bella, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the excuse of going to the store to bolt?"

"He's more afraid of us bolting on him."

Gordon glanced back and sure enough, Cornell was constantly looking back, evidently worried they'd vanish.

Gordon decided to let it slide.

"If he wants to stay alive, he'll cooperate.’ Arabella confidently declared.

Ten minutes later.

Cornell returned home with a pack of cigarettes. Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

Cornell didn't dare to answer it, looking to Arabella for guidance. Arabella motioned for him to ignore it.

Suddenly, the door was locked from the inside. Everyone turned around to see Gordon blocking the exit.

It was then that they realized they'd walked into a trap.

“Well, well. Setting a trap to lure us in. You're getting bolder. Mr. Elliot sneered.

Cornell gasped for breath, trying to soothe his aching throat. He'd almost been strangled by Mr. Elliot, and initially thought Arabella wouldn't save him. But the young girl proved to be more reliable than he'd thought.

“Little girl, you're quite capable, finding him before us and convincing him to turn. You've certainly changed my perception of rich girls,” Mr. Elliot sneered at Arabella, “Unfortunately for you, you're not getting away today!"

"Less talk, more action." Arabella lunged forward, prompting Mr. Elliot to quickly draw a switchblade.

The others joined the fray, and seeing Arabella in danger, Gordon rushed over to protect her.

Mr. Elliot was forced back a couple of steps by Gordon's blow. He sneered, "Forsaking the comfortable life of a rich heir to be Bard's lackey, are you tired of the easy life or just itching for a fight?"