The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1685

The bodyguards didn't take a bribe, nor did they ask for one. Instead, they gestured for Arabella to step forward.

Tossing her backpack over for inspection, Arabella watched as her personal items were scrutinized. Her Taser was confiscated, and even her acupuncture kit wasn't spared, with the guards deciding to hold onto it for safekeeping.

"Seriously? Even the needles are considered weapons? Are you guys living under Sean's thumb that much?"

If someone really wanted to sneak in a weapon, with all the beasts Sean had at his beck and call, they'd likely be mauled before they got five feet inside. It seemed overly cautious to confiscate an acupuncture kit.

The two bodyguards remained stoically silent, their icy demeanor unchanging, as they motioned for the guests to enter.

Horace felt speechless but proceeded inside, his jaw dropping at the opulence of the decor, "How much money does this Sean guy rake in?"

It had to be a hundred, maybe even a thousand times more than their own boss.

To think, this was just his island home. Horace couldn't even fathom how his other residences might look.

In the living room, a sight caught Horace off guard - a tiny tiger cub scampered up to him, nearly giving him a heart attack, "Boss, there's another tiger!"

That's when Arabella caught sight of the man lounging arrogantly in the prime seat. This was Sean?

The same Sean who flirted shamelessly, who stood by while his vice captain harassed the women in their team, who lost a car race to her, and even lost a fistfight to her?

As Horace noticed his boss's silent stare, he followed her gaze to the man on the sofa. Oh no, it was Sean? The Sean? Just last night they'd tussled over Sam, and now they were practically walking into the lion's den.