The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1650

Just then, the thunderous roar of an engine pierced the night, growing louder as it raced toward them.

A beam of headlights washed over Harlan, who squinted against the glare, instinctively looking toward the source of the light.

"Captain, someone's coming." A member of the Drift Kings shouted as he noticed a red sports car barreling their way at breakneck speed, and quickly tugged Harlan back a few steps.

Arabella slammed on the brakes just in time, the car coming to a halt where Harlan had been standing moments before. If he and his crew hadn't moved so fast, they would've been sent flying.

Arabella rolled down her window, and a few members from the Light Fleet saw her and cheered, "Bella!"

Bella had finally arrived! Talk about perfect timing. They had nearly scared the daylights out of them.

One of the members hurriedly texted Ophelia to share the excitement.

Hearing the name "Bella," Harlan narrowed his eyes, sizing up the girl in the driver's seat. The headlights obscured her face, but he could tell she was a stranger - and a knockout at that. He scoffed, "Do you know how to drive, or what? You almost turned my boys and me into roadkill!"

"You seemed quick enough on your feet."

Harlan, noticing the passenger seat was empty, pressed further, "Where's Ophelia? Got cold feet, did she? Who the hell are you?"

"Bella's one of us, the Light Fleet, and she's more than enough to take you down!" Candice stepped forward to announce.

Mignon moved up, deadpan, and bluffed, "Bella only shows up for the big races. Her being here is practically a compliment!"

Harlan scoffed at Arabella, who looked to be about Ophelia's age. What's with kids and fast cars these days?

"If you win, I'll give you the Kowloon Bay track." Harlan's eyes were locked on Arabella's stunning features, "But if you lose, how about you spend the night with me?"

"How about ten nights?"