The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99 

“Had enough fun watching?” Arabella’s voice suddenly broke the silence. 

People outside scattered at once, apparently not daring to linger. Clearly, this new CEO was not one to be trifucked with. 

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, Dean couldn’t help but approach, offering a cup of coffee, “Ms. Bennett, if Linda doesn’t come to you on her own, were you just gonna let her slide?” 

Arabella took a sip of her coffee, as Dean muttered to himself, “She’s done so much crap, if you just let her off the hook like this, wouldn’t that be letting her off too easy?” 

“Of course not.” Confidence sparkled in Arabella’s eyes, “She’ll definitely come to me.” 

How do you know?” Dean asked. 

I’ve seen the previous complaint letters, she dared to stand up to Mr. Oscar over petty things, which means she’s got a short fuse and can’t tolerate any dissatisfaction. I fired her, she’ll feel humiliated, and she’ll definitely come knocking.” Arabella said. 

“So, you anticipated this, set a trap and let her walk right into it. Either way, you were gonna call the cops!” Dean said. 

“Of course.” How could Arabella possibly let her go? Such a pest in a large company, how much loss had she caused over the past year? 

After a few sips of coffee, Arabella added casually, “There are always some rubbernecks in the company. They’ll definitely show up when they hear she’s coming.” 

Dean looked at Arabella as if he’d seen a goddess, “So, the people who were peeping just now were also within your calculations?” 

He had been praying that these people would leave quickly. Turned out, it was all Ms. Bennett’s doing, she did it to set an example for others? 

The company has been too lax this past year. Many people, and many things need to be put back in order.” Arabella responded calmly, “You can go now.” “Yes.” Dean was still marveling as he left. Ms. Bennett was truly a mastermind. Everything was within her control. 

Elsewhere. 

Romeo stared at the message he had sent. One hour and forty–two minutes had passed and still no reply. 

The girl would just forget about her fiancé when she got busy! 

He couldn’t resist clicking on Arabella’s avatar, a shadow projected on a wall. Even though the shadow was black, the elegant outline and shape were unmistakably hers. Even her shadow was beautiful. 

Romeo stared at her avatar for a while, imagining what the weather was like when she took the photo, what she was wearing that day, how she was feeling…