The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1721

“Martha, I found nothing.”

“Same here,” came the echo.

With a curt nod, Martha signaled them to tie up Arabella and Horace.

They were in an unfinished high-rise, a skeleton of a building that rose nineteen stories into the sky. Without any windows, the chill outside swept in, bringing with it the snowflakes that danced on the merciless wind.

Horace couldn’t help but sneeze.

He and Arabella were hauled up to the eighteenth floor, each bound to a cold, unyielding chair. Horace squirmed, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but was promptly rewarded with a gun barrel pressed against his temple.

“Don’t move,” a female killer hissed with icy precision.

“Not even a twitch?” Horace quipped, his eyes widening as the gun dug deeper, coercing a resigned nod from him. Fine, fine, he'd stay put. What was the big deal anyway?

Despite being tied up, Arabella exuded an aura of authority, as if she were the queen on a chessboard, moving pieces at her will.

Martha stood at the edge of the 18th floor, holding Arabella's phone. On the phone's screensaver was a photo of Arabella and Romeo's silhouettes, a photo that Romeo had sweet-talked Arabella into using.

At that moment, Martha, whether out of anger for Serena or a desire to prevent Arabella from communicating, suddenly changed her expression and fiercely threw the phone off the building.

“Hey, that’s my boss’s phone.” Horace heard the crash, imagining the device in pieces. Was this woman nuts? Why smash it when confiscating it would’ve sufficed? That phone was actually developed by Arabella and had a lot of features, along with several confidential items inside.