The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471 

After a while, Romeo gently touched Arabella’s face and said, “I’ll wait here with you for your uncle and aunt.” 

“No need; you can go ahead.” Arabella said, as if comforting a child, “Be good, be careful on the road, and don’t drive too fast.” 

“I’ll call you when I get home.” Romeo withdrew his hand, looked at her affectionately for a few moments, then turned to walk towards the parking lot. 

Arabella turned her head and saw Yolanda hiding in the bushes. She sneered, “Had enough fun taking pictures?” 

Yolanda was surprised that Arabella could see her from such a distance and knew she was taking pictures. 

Seeing Arabella coming towards her, Yolanda was a bit scared, but she braced herself and stepped out. 

She was the first to attack, pointing at Arabella and scolding, “You’re really shameless, all cozy with David one moment and then close with Romeo the next! What, you can’t live without men?” 

Cozy with David? 

Unclear with Romeo? 

Arabella found it funny. She raised her hand and slapped her. The sound was particularly crisp at night. 

“Get over yourself! Seems like last time’s lesson wasn’t enough for you. This time you’ll learn again: Think before you speak, or else people might think you’re stupid.” 

“You, you bitch, dare to insult me.” Yolanda covered her face, furious and about to fight back. 

Just then, an RV drove over. A driver quickly got out and asked respectfully, “Ms. Bella, is there a problem? Do you need my–help?” 

He finished speaking and then looked at Yolanda vigilantly. 

“Just ignore her, Arabella got into the RV without giving Yolanda a second thought. 

Yolanda was furious, knowing she was no match for Arabella with the driver protecting her. 

“Wait and see, this isn’t over!” Yolanda threatened. Back in the hall, she saw Attlee and Olga fawning over a crowd. 

“Mr. Collins, didn’t expect to see you here! I’m Attlee from–the Murphy group. Tonight, we’re hosting a party for my daughter. I was wondering if you’d like to join us for a drink.” 

My husband doesn’t drink.” From the front of the crowd, the elegant and beautiful Louisa spoke coldly, “Even if he did, why would he want to have a meal with you?” 

They had bullied their precious daughter before, and she hadn’t even settled the score yet! 

Yet they had the audacity to come over and be annoying? 

“Mrs. Collins, I’m sorry; my husband doesn’t know any better. Don’t be upset. Olga nudged Attlee’s elbow, hinting for him to apologize. 

Attlee quickly put on a smile, slapping his mouth in an overly friendly way. “Yes, yes, yes, it’s my fault; I’m not good with words, Mrs. Collins; don’t take it to heart. Tonight, we just wanted to see you happy, so we got a bit eager and wanted to invite you for a drink, not knowing Mr. Collins doesn’t drink.”