The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479 

Most massage devices on the market were of the microcurrent type, but many people weren’t really into that. They preferred the traditional massage method instead. Although a lot of manufacturers claimed their products use physical massage, only the one she made can truly émulate human hand kneading. The massage device she designed felt like real hands massaging shoulders. She spent several days of her free time tweaking and improving it bit by bit. Her assistant, seeing that she finally finished, couldn’t help but reach out and say, “Boss, can I give it a whirl?“” 

Arabella gave him a glare, and he immediately got the message, withdrawing his hand. 

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He thought to himself, ‘Man, the boss’s glare is intense. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was reaching for her life, not a massage device.’ “Boss, are we selling this on the market? It feels really nice to use.” 

“It’s for the old lady.” Her response indicated that this product wasn’t for public sale. 

The massage device had various functions, like heat therapy, finger massage, etc. 

Just then, Arabella’s phone started vibrating. She glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Grandpa Alberto. 

“Grandpa,” she put in her earphones, tapped to answer, and continued with her work. 

“What are you up to, kid?” Alberto Rollins‘ voice came through from the other side. 

Even though it was through a call, Arabella could imagine him–lively and full of energy. 

She told him what she was doing: “I’m making a sleep aid sachet, some herbal packs for foot baths, and a massage device.” 

“Can I have some too?” Alberto especially liked her inventions, finding them very useful. Like the pills she gave him last time, they really helped clear his mind and boost his energy. 

Arabella agreed quickly: “The herbs, sure. But not the massage device; I just don’t have the time to make another one. You could buy one from the market.” 

“You little scamp,” Alberto chuckled. Many people wanted to give him gifts, but this kid wasn’t so willing. 

“Has your Granny taken the medicine six times now? Can she have the surgery in a few days?” This was what Alberto cared about the most. 

“Yep, that’s correct.” 

Thanks to the medicine, she wasn’t as weak as before; at least she could lie on the operating table steadily, which put Arabella at ease for the surgery. 

“How sure are you?” Grandpa Alberto asked. 

Arabella chuckled. “If you don’t trust my medical skills, how about letting Grandpa James do the surgery?” 

“I don’t want that old fart to operate! He’s so old, his eyes are probably blurry. He probably can’t even tell where the heart is. I’d rather you do it; I’d feel safer.”