The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1449

Chapter 1449

Tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, reigniting the sting she'd been trying to soothe with the gentlest of touches.

A crowd of onlookers had begun to gather.

"I heard some of my buddies rave about the Ar-Bl-Clear Group's products, saying they worked wonders. How on earth could something like this happen?"

"Maybe it's a bad batch issue? It started out great, but then to make a quick buck, they swapped the high-quality ingredients for cheap junk and threw in some banned substances. Not surprising at all!"

“But the Ar-Bl-Clear Group is a big name brand. They've worked hard to build their reputation. It doesn't make sense to jeopardize their image for a few extra dollars. This kind of bad press could really hurt their business."

"Hey, you're defending the Ar-Bl-Clear Group pretty hard. What, are you on their payroll or something?"

“What are you on about? I'm just passing by."

The bystanders chattered incessantly, some even breaking into arguments.

More and more journalists were swarming the scene, all eager to scoop the story.

Arabella parked her car near the group's headquarters and immediately drew attention as she stepped out.

It was her youth and beauty that turned heads. Her face was a stark contrast to the others’! Upon seeing Arabella approach, a squad of staff members from the main building broke into a brisk jog to greet her. The reporters didn't even get a chance to bombard them with questions before they reached Arabella and respectfully greeted, "President Arabella."

The crowd was in disbelief. This girl, who looked no older than a teenager, was a heavyweight in a major corporation! "President Arabella, you've arrived!" the Ar-Bl-Clear Group's Vice President Catharina whispered urgently, "We've got over two dozen media outlets here"

“Will you take responsibility for those who've been harmed?"

“What's your plan to deal with this situation?"

Dozens of cameras were trained on Arabella, dozens of microphones nearly shoved in her face, each journalist vying for her answer, giving her no time to think.

"Who's been disfigured?" Arabella's voice carried the cold authority of a leader, commanding the attention of all present.

The media parted to create a pathway.

A curly-haired woman, visibly irate, pushed to the front. "We're the victims here! What's your role in the Ar-Bl-Clear Group? Are you important enough to discuss a solution with us? We demand to see the highest authority in the Ar-Bl-Clear Group!"