The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1718

After Arabella knocked out everyone in the stairwell, she sprinted to the rooftop only to discover that someone had taken a dive.

Rushing over, she saw about seven or eight people had leapt down to the balcony of a sixth-floor VIP room, then down to the fifth, where they had joined in a scuffle with Horace.

On the fourth-floor balcony, Viper was slumped on the ground, his left leg bleeding profusely. Even though he fought to stand, leaning on the railing, his left leg betrayed him.

Many chased after Viper. He knew death was closing in, fear forcing him to shuffle backward.

One assailant kicked viciously at the wound on Viper's leg, another wrapped his hands tightly around his throat, and two more took out knives, stabbing at him.

They were trying to silence him for good!

Arabella moved with lightning speed, jumping down to the sixth-floor balcony, then to the fifth.

Across the way in a high-end club, two heartbroken young gents were drinking. Standing by the window, clinking glasses and sipping whiskey, they were far from over their breakups when they caught sight of a girl, light as a feather, hopping down floor by floor.

"Is that—?" Timothy rubbed his eyes, suspecting the booze was playing tricks on him.

Derrick was stunned, pulling Timothy closer and asking, "Is that Romeo's fiancée Arabella?"

"You think so too?"

"Think so? I'm almost sure it's her."

That figure, that presence. Who else could it be?

Although there was a distance and they couldn't see her features clearly, that familiar feeling—no doubt, it was her!

What was she doing out this late?

They watched as she landed on one of the fourth-floor balconies, swiftly taking down two knife-wielding attackers before agilely engaging others.

"Is she fighting?" Derrick gaped, "No, it's more like—murder."

Someone had just been stabbed, collapsing against the balcony railing, their body still twitching.

What was going on?