The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1281

"Uncle Bard, you're too kind. But I'm not sure if this Wolf-head is Mr. Elliot’s real identity, or if he's trying to mislead us by putting up a front," Arabella pondered.

Upon hearing this, Gordon also found it to be a reasonable doubt.

Their dealings with the Mafia Rock had always been straightforward. Everyone minding their own business. If Mr. Elliot was deliberately disguising himself to frame them, it wasn't entirely impossible.

Bard realized that his niece was quite astute. No wonder the family had nothing but praise for her.

"I'll keep an eye out. You should go rest," Bard advised.

"Alright, call me if anything comes up."

Arabella stepped out of the hospital room, Gordon gave Bard a nod before hurrying to catch up with Arabella.

In the car.

Arabella texted her subordinates. [Check if there's a food stand near the Tala Desert, run by a middle-aged woman with a sick son in the hospital, and a good-for-nothing husband.]

Her henchman sent back a photo with dark circles under his eyes. [Boss, aren't you sleeping yet? Look at my dark circles.]

Arabella was speechless.

[Boss. does anyone really sell food near the desert? Wouldn't customers get a mouthful of sand with each gust of wind?]

Arabella suddenly looked thoughtful. Was everything, including her grandfather's injury, all part of a premeditated plan?

Who was trying to harm her grandfather?

Who had he offended?