The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1724

Martha lashed out at Horace with a vicious crack of her whip, "Think you're going to get away with this? Somebody grab him and beat him!"

Two burly men immediately grabbed Horace's chair, ready to drag him away.

"Let go of me, you sons of bitches. Touch my boss and I swear I'll haunt you to your graves."

"What's the point of going after Horace? Even if he ends up unrecognizable, it won't help you vent your anger. Come at me instead. Whatever you plan for him, I'll take it on his behalf."

"You're protective of your pup." Martha hadn't expected that even now, at this critical moment, Arabella wouldn't show a hint of fear. Clearly, she was toughened by life's rough and tumble; her mental fortitude was just different.

"Now, what shall I do first? Ruin that pretty face of yours or chop off those talented hands?"

Martha pinched Arabella's chin and was taken aback to find her skin so smooth and soft.

She remembered applying a facial mask to Serena, and even with all the pampering and care Serena had received from childhood, her skin couldn't hold a candle to Arabella's.

Arabella's skin was like delicate, creamy porcelain, so flawless that it could inspire envy.

"If I slash it up, would Romeo still fancy you, you freak? Your hands, able to play the piano, to paint, to heal—what if I chop them off? Let's see you try anything then! And maybe I should cut off your feet too, leave you a cripple? Hahahaha."

An idea suddenly struck Martha, and she pulled out her phone to send a video call request.

It wasn't long before the person on the other end picked up.

"Serena, guess who this is?" Martha held Arabella's face like a trophy.

Serena was stunned, "Martha, you. you've kidnapped her."

It was Arabella.