The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1880

On the road, Arabella received a call that pulled her out of her thoughts. It was from the head of security at Reflections Estate.

"Ms. Bella, just as you predicted, two hitmen have slipped away." the voice crackled over the line.

A sly smile played on Arabella's lips, "Keep an eye on their next move."

If they contacted the person behind the curtains or if that person sent someone after them, they could trace it back and find the puppet master's location.

"Understood," the security captain responded with utmost respect.

After ending the call, Arabella relayed the information to Sean, who grinned devilishly, "Who do they think they're messing with, trying to cross my sis? When we get our hands on the mastermind, I'm going to give them a taste of the hell you've been through."

Arabella lifted the corners of her mouth, "If it hadn't been for the mix-up at birth, I might have been just an ordinary girl, without all these skills."

"You've got that wrong," Sean retorted as he drove. "If you had grown up in your real home, our parents would have hired the best tutors for you – piano, chess, literature, art. With your talent, you'd still have reached the pinnacle, just without the trials of the triangular zone, without the nights of blood and tears you shouldered alone. Instead, you'd have had a life filled with the doting of family."

Arabella's gaze shifted to Sean, the sight of him confidently maneuvering the car warming her heart.

"Someone's going to pay dearly for this conspiracy," Sean vowed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with resolve.

Soon, Sean's sports car, leading a convoy of six delivery trucks, made a grand entrance at the castle gates.

The castle was a majestic sight, unlike any ordinary villa or mansion, truly exuding the nobility of royalty.

The castle had a grand entrance with four additional side gates.

Trucks delivering goods, like these, were only allowed through the far-left side gate.

As Sean's car approached the main gates with the convoy in tow, the guards on duty tensed up, readying their weapons, eyes locked on the approaching vehicles, fingers poised near the triggers.

A wall of guards formed at the gates, and the captain shouted with stern authority, "Halt—"

He would not allow the vehicles any closer to the main entrance.