The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1645

A weed-infested island, their beloved isle?

Arabella smirked coldly. If they understood medicine and knew the value of those medical materials, they'd naturally take good care of the place. But Horace had inquired, and since someone had bought the island, no one had lived there - it was left to fend for itself. How could such a place be their beloved isle??

"Forty million tops, take it or leave it."

"Alright, I'll talk to them again." As Horace spoke, as if remembering something else, he asked, "Boss, you were okay last night, right? Those guys didn't find the hotel, did they?"

"They didn't show."

"Good," Horace had been worried sick all night, haunted by nightmares. Hearing his boss was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've got to head to the princess's castle in a bit, no need for you to follow."

The royal guards were strict and vigilant, not just anyone could enter. Even she would have to go through several security checks. Horace was just her subordinate; he couldn't pass through those gates.

"Sure, just call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

Elsewhere, when Romeo woke up, he saw dozens of unread messages, thinking they were from Bella, but his face fell when he checked them - they were voice messages from his troublemaking friend Timothy Bynes.

"Romeo, I've got news. I think I'm going to have a girlfriend."