The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1293

The blond man chuckled, "I ain't asking for your money. Now your face, that's a different story. Think you could keep us company for a bit?"

"Sure, I'll join you later."

Arabella planned to give them a beating they wouldn't forget, but she had more pressing matters at hand.

Just as she tried to walk away, the man moved to block her path again, "Hold on, doll. Do you think you can just slip away without even giving us a good excuse?"

He reached out to cup her chin, but Arabella quickly dodged his grasp.

The other local boys closed in, their laughter ringing out as they reached out to touch her. Just as Arabella was about to take them on, a person dropped from the eaves. With a swift kick, he sent one of them flying, then plunged a fist into the others, placing himself protectively in front of Arabella.

Arabella looked up, a smile tugging at her lips, Gordon?

"Ms. Bella," Gordon said, standing firm, "I apologize for the fright."

"You think you're some kind of hero?" the blond man was fuming, "This is our turf!"

The boys instantly pulled out their knives and lunged at Gordon.

Gordon, with his professional training, clearly had the upper hand.

In no time, the boys were beaten down, begging for mercy, pleading with Gordon to let them go.

"Fuck off."

At Gordon's command, the boys scrambled away. Turning to Arabella, Gordon asked, "Ms. Bella, are you alright? Mr. Bard sent me. He was worried."