The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1720

Everyone made way as Martha strode up to Arabella with deliberate ease.

She was no longer the former servant in the Collins family's uniform, but rather sported a sleek short haircut, wearing leather jackets and pants, giving off a bit of a bossy assassin vibe.

A chilly smile played across Martha's lips as she towered over Arabella, her gaze laced with malice. "Surprised, are you?"

In Arabella's memory, Martha was the epitome of loyalty, a servant who would cry out in pain from a mere stumble, or weep profusely, begging for forgiveness for any minor transgression.

But the woman before her bore an enormous contrast to the old servant etched in her recollection.

Horace, clueless about this enigmatic older woman's identity, could only sense an underlying vendetta between her and Arabella.

"So, are all these your guys?" Arabella rose to her feet, a nonchalant smirk curving her lips, seemingly unfazed by the looming threat, and asked casually, "Who are you working for?"

"Do you think you're entitled to that information? All you need to know is that now you're in my clutches, and I'll make you beg for mercy and crave death!" Martha's laughter echoed like a specter from hell, chilling to the bone in the dead of night.

Around them, more than twenty cars formed a tight circle, completely trapping Arabella and Horace within.

Martha has over a hundred henchmen, all armed and aimed at them. Any slight move from them and they'd be riddled with bullets in an instant.

Horace felt the tension rising within him, his eyes instinctively searching for Arabella. He was about to measure the situation and follow her in a desperate breakout when he saw her casually raise both hands in a gesture of surrender.

Horace's eyes widened in shock. Was this something his boss would do?