The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908

Just then, the urgent roar of an engine was heard closing in.

The girl behind the wheel was as cool as ice, her delicate face betraying no sign of panic.

The car circled the mob of men in black at an alarming speed, picking off all but one.

Arabella, having emptied her firearm, discarded it and exited the car, helping Clark to his feet. "You alright?"

Clark glanced at his sister, suddenly alarmed. "Didn't I tell you to come back later?"

No sooner had he spoken, a fleet of cars was seen approaching - a fresh wave of black-clad men.

“You take care of Logan and Taylor. Get out of here."

Did they dare to harm Clark?

Arabella lifted her gaze towards the approaching vehicles, her eyes cold as ice. None of these men would be leaving!

Without another word, Clark guided Logan and Taylor up a flight of stairs.

Meanwhile, Romeo had sent additional reinforcements, tipping the balance in their favor.

Clark saw the elderly couple onto a plane. Taylor, clinging onto his hand, implored, "Let's go together."

“I need to find Carol first, and you go on ahead." Clark knew Taylor was worried about him and his sister. He flashed a charming smile, reassuring her, "We'll be fine, don’t worry."

“But your injuries."

"I'll get them bandaged up in a bit. I need to help Bella first. I'll be in touch." Clark signaled for the people inside to close the door.

Taylor pounded on the door, watching Clark's retreating figure, once again crying out, "Be careful, Clark, always be careful."

Ten minutes later.

Arabella and Romeo's men had finally dealt with this wave of enemies. Looking at the dozens of bodies strewn around, Arabella felt a sense of relief. It was lucky she had returned. Otherwise, who knew what would have happened if she continued to run after Grandpa Arno.

Just then, a plane descended from the sky.