The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1622

"Looks like you've lost your nerve, old-timer."

The club manager nearly jumped out of his skin at Sean's tone that made his knees weak, "Absolutely, Mr. Sean Collins. I'll take the blame and resign, retire back to the countryside."

"Who said you could leave?"

The manager was at a loss for words.

Sean leaned in closer, a careless smirk playing on his lips, "Next time someone comes in uninvited, I'll throw you out the window of this fifth floor myself."

The words were said in jest, but the manager was so terrified he felt a heart attack coming on. He hastily assured Sean it would never happen again.

Sean knocked the gift on the table to the floor without a glance and finished off his drink in one gulp. To persuade Hans to deliver a gift for her? His sister was proving to be quite a character.

As he stood to leave, the manager quickly said, "Mr. Sean Collins, you've forgotten your things."

Sean glanced at the painting the manager picked up from the floor and dismissed it with a flick of his gaze, "Don’t need it."

The manager couldn't believe it. A personal gift from Mr. Hans Collins himself, rejected just like that.

Sean exited the VIP room, and a bevy of beauties eyed him, eager to chat him up but lacking the courage. They knew this man was as unpredictable as the devil himself, and even though they harbored the thought, they dared not approach.

His assistant, Steward, saw him leave the club and promptly drove up, respectfully opening the car door for him.

"Mr. Collins."

He was leaving so early today, which wasn't Sean's usual style.

His good mood soured by Hans's interference, Sean said languidly, "Let's go somewhere else."