The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 

As soon as Hans got in the car, he handed over a gift and said, “This one’s for you.” 

He knew Arabella had a competition today, so he brought along a surprise for her before he left the house this morning. 

“Before I bought this gift, I had no clue that QY was your company, let alone that you designed these products.” 

Arabella was a bit taken aback by his words. Her real identity was rarely made public, how did her brother find out? 

“I got wind of it from some folks that you’re Queen Abby” 

Just then, Arabella’s phone pinged with a WhatsApp message. 

[Have you taken off with your bro yet? You’ve really kept your real identity under wraps. You’re the Collins family’s missy, running your own business with such gusto, how’s anyone else supposed to keep up?] 

By the way, why would you bother with such a small–scale design competition? Did someone drop some big bucks to get you there?] 

After reading the messages, Arabella got the picture. 

“Open it up See if you like it.” 

Arabella unwrapped the gift, revealing a four–leaf clover necklace worth 2.5 million. 

She couldn’t believe her brother gifted her something so precious the first time they met; he really went all out. 

“If you’re not into it or if there’s anything else you fancy, just let me know. I can get you another one.” 

“Thanks, bro. I love it.” Arabella put the gift away without showing any signs of distaste. 

“You started QY when you were 15.” 

If he hadn’t seen it for himself, he wouldn’t believe such a young girl could create such stellar designs. 

Starting as a small brand, it skyrocketed to become a world–class brand. 

The hard work and effort she put in were easy to imagine. 

“You’ve achieved so much at such a young age. It’d be a waste of your talents to have you manage our family’s clothing company.” 

“Well, not really. When I first started studying design, 1 just wanted to make some dough.” 

“Make dough?” 

“Yep.” 

Back then, she didn’t have the money to buy things she wanted, and she also hoped she could become better; maybe then the parents of the Murphy family would like her more. 

But she didn’t expect that, in the end, she wasn’t a Murphy. 

How ironic. 

Hearing her say this, Hans felt a pang of sympathy. “Didn’t the Murphy family give you any pocket money?” 

“Nope.” 

Hearing this, Hans felt heartbroken. 

At this age, girls should be carefree and blossom like flowers. 

Just like Serena, enjoying SPA treatments, sipping coffee, shopping for designer brands with friends. 

But his little sister had been hustling to make money from such a young age. 

Back at Reflections Villa.