The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 653

Chapter 653 

“You’re saying she deliberately let me overhear those things?” Chasel’s expression darkened. “So in your eyes, she’s already gone to the dogs.” 

In his heart, she didn’t exist, not even a shadow. 

“You’re saying she’s got a hidden agenda, has she been bothering you behind my back? Or did she do something to hurt Bella?” 

“You’ve just gotten back, and you might not be in the loop. You can do some snooping around when you have time, and then you’ll see if what I’m saying is true.” 

It was just a heads–up. He didn’t expect Chasel to be Bella’s knight in shining armor. 

He could handle his own girl. 

Chasel didn’t play favorites with his sisters. He watched Serena grow up, and he had a good read on her. 

But Romeo wasn’t one to badmouth people, especially girls. So what was the real issue here? 

Was Romeo being overprotective of Bella? Or had Serena really done something out of line that he, as her brother, was oblivious to? 

Thinking back to the dinner table, Serena just acted cute, asking him to serve her food and soup. She didn’t step out of line. 

Smart people knew to keep up a good relationship with family. Even if she were against Bella, at least on the surface, things should be harmonious. Serena was surely aware of this. After all, without the Collins family, she’d be nothing. She’d go from living the high life to hitting rock bottom. 

So was she really as dense as Romeo suggested, approaching him with ulterior motives,-disrupting Bella’s happiness, and acting unfriendly towards Bella? 

If not, was someone pulling her strings from behind the scenes? And who could that be? 

Seeing Chasel deep in thought, Romeo knew he’d at least taken some of it to heart. It seemed he hadn’t been blinded by family ties. 

In front of her family, Serena wouldn’t make Bella’s life difficult. It seemed that behind the scenes, it was time for her true colors to show On the other side. 

A small knife was pressed against a short–haired girl’s throat. 

Arabella, holding the knife, asked coldly, “Who are you?” 

She’d felt watched ever since she got home in the afternoon. But her minions reported that no one was staking out her house. She decided to take another look, and sure enough, her own skills led her to a shady figure. 

The short–haired girl wore a mask, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes that looked somewhat displeased. 

Judging by her eyes, she seemed only a year or two older than Arabella. 

A trained assassin from who–knows-where? So young?