The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1872

At that moment, a bodyguard hurried over to Arabella and whispered a few words in her ear.

A spark lit up in Arabella's eyes as she turned to Clark and said, "Clark, keep an eye on them; I'll be right back."

Clark nodded in understanding.

A dozen hitmen held their breath, secretly wondering if it was their boss who had come into consciousness, prompting Arabella to check on him.

Word had it that Arabella was one hell of a doc.

If their boss wasn't dead, then there was hope for them yet.

As long as they could save their boss from the confinement, with his cunning and resourcefulness, he was sure to navigate them all out of this mess.

They had been in dire straits before. It was their boss who had carved a path to survival for them!

With that in mind, they exchanged knowing glances.

After a while, Arabella returned.

Clark asked in a low voice, "How's it looking?"

"He's out again."

The hitmen overheard and were certain it was their boss. Thank goodness he was unconscious. Otherwise, with Arabella using his life as leverage, the moment the boss spilled the beans about who was calling the shots, they'd all become expendable.

"Why grill these guys when we can just wait for him to come to and ask him properly?" Though Clark's voice was subdued, some of the hitmen overheard him.

"Just afraid he won't talk," Arabella said, her eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and gravity.

Clark's gaze fell on the hitmen, "With so many lives at stake, he'll talk."

Hearing this, the hitmen realized that the strategy was to use their lives to coerce their boss into revealing the puppet master's identity.

No, they couldn't just sit around waiting to die.

They had to save their boss and get out!

Even if they couldn't save him, they had to make a break for it first, and then figure out a way to call in reinforcements!