The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452 

Last time, the nanny mentioned something about Arabella’s real parents preparing loads of fancy gifts to show their gratitude to the Murphy family for raising their kid all these years, but they didn’t accept any. 

Did it mean Arabella’s biological parents were filthy rich? 

As Yolanda pondered over this, she subconsciously clenched her fists, feeling quite peeved. 

Arabella stepped into the VIP elevator amidst warm welcomes. As the elevator doors closed, she glanced up and caught sight of Zachary’s stunned look from afar. Zachary had just reached the entrance when Arabella’s grand entrance froze him in his tracks. 

Why were all the restaurant staff greeting Arabella? 

Was that her nanny trailing behind her? 

If he was not mistaken, she just got out of a mobile home worth millions. 

The lobby’s guests were visibly surprised and started to whisper. 

“Isn’t that Arabella? She didn’t even say hello, not even to her own parents standing right in front of her. She didn’t even spare them a second glance.” 

“What’s going on? Why is Arabella acting so aloof, as if she doesn’t know any of us? 

“What’s the deal? Didn’t Olga say her daughter did well on her exams and was treating all her friends and family to dinner? Why did Arabella head straight upstairs?” 

“Is there some surprise waiting for us upstairs? Is Arabella setting up something up there?” 

“No way, Arabella just now looked like she didn’t recognize any of us.” 

“The floor Arabella went to is the eighth floor, the highest and best place in the entire restaurant. It has one private room and a huge terrace. They say the view there is fantastic.” 

Everyone was intrigued by the last remark, asking, “How do you know?” 

“We have a relative who’s doing well in Summerfield. He wanted to book a private room, but couldn’t. He told us about the eighth floor, even saying that it’s worth paying 50,000 dollars just to take a look.” 

“How did Arabella get up to such a posh place?” 

“What is going on?” 

Many guests were asking Olga, who was still in shock, her mind filled with Arabella’s aloof face when she passed by. 

A sense of unease was growing stronger. 

Just how influential, wealthy, and capable was Arabella to get to the eighth floor? 

“Zachary, you came?” Yolanda’s voice successfully diverted everyone’s attention. She walked up to him, holding his hand and asked with a warm smile, “Why are) you standing there like a statue? Come on in.”