The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1727

"Martha—"

The swift-footed assassin approached with a troubled look on her face. She gestured for Martha to step aside for a private word.

Martha didn’t expect such a buzzkill, gripping her knife tightly as she walked away, her tone laced with impatience, "What's up?"

"The Collins family has sent someone," Swift said, worry etched into her features.

"Who?" Martha's eyes narrowed.

"Sean."

At the mention of his name, Martha relaxed. Oh, him?

"No worries."

The woman appeared confused, looking at Martha curiously. Sean’s influence in Belloria was vast and powerful; they usually steered clear of him.

Why was Martha suddenly unafraid?

"Relax, I've done my homework."

Martha had heard the juicy gossip that Sean and his sister Arabella were always at each other's throats. They'd brawl at the drop of a hat and engage in deadly drag races. Rumor had it Sean had sworn to strip Arabella of her skin if he ever caught her.

After all, Sean had been relentlessly searching for Sam, who had been taken out by the Viper.

"If he's after the Viper, tell him Arabella killed him. And if he wants Arabella, have him wait. You can personally deliver her to him later."

Martha's gaze returned to Arabella, clutching the knife as she stepped closer.

"You've got quite the collection of enemies. I thought about handing you over to him, but I just can't bear the thought of you dying so easily." Martha saw the cell phone on the nearby table topple over and reached to set it right again, speaking into it, "Serena, watch closely. I'm about to carve a message into this wretch's face."

"Hold on, Martha!" Serena suddenly blurted out, a mix of excitement and vindication in her voice as she looked toward Arabella, "I want her to beg me."

"What?" Martha didn't grasp her meaning.