The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1730

The tension was palpable as all eyes and weapons turned towards Sean and Steward, vengeful rage seething on behalf of Rain.

The building, an unfinished concrete skeleton without doors or windows, provided the perfect ambush point. Sean's crew, hidden outside, sprang to life, their gunfire tearing through the silence. One by one, the villains dropped like flies, smoke filling the air. Standing amidst the chaos, Sean exuded an aura of icy grief.

His sister.

That quirky little girl who meant the world to him gone because of these monsters!

"Sean, there's more noise upstairs - probably their accomplices. I'll take some men and handle it. You head to the car. The explosives are set; once we're out, this place will blow."

"No one gets a free pass today," Sean's voice was laced with a bloodthirsty resolve. "Whatever they did to my sister, I want them to pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold."

"Understood!" Steward had never seen Sean like this before.

Always cocky and arrogant, Sean was now enveloped in sorrow and rage.

"I'm going to find her."

Even if she was dead, disfigured, limbs severed, he would gather every piece of her and bring her home.

On the eighteenth floor.

Martha's men exchanged glances, plotting to shoot Arabella in the chaos.

But Arabella was no ordinary woman. Sensing the danger, she kicked a chair towards them with lightning speed.