The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1322

Eunice chuckled, her laughter carrying an air of satisfaction.

Just moments ago, she had heard from the manager how her niece, fiesty as ever, had pinned someone down on a table and poured two bottles of red wine right over their face.

"That's my girl," Eunice proudly proclaimed. "She needs to learn not to mess with you again!"

As she spoke, Eunice cast a chilly glance at the manager beside her. "Since my niece is letting it slide, shouldn't you and your staff be making yourselves scarce?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Griffith, and Ms. Bella, for your graciousness. We'll put this behind us. I assure you that I'll tighten up our management so nothing like this occurs again. Your meals have been replaced, please enjoy at your leisure. Tonight's dinner is on the house, and from now on, Mrs. Griffith and Ms. Bella, you will receive a fifty-percent discount whenever you dine with us."

The restaurant manager bowed deeply before making his exit.

"Bella, you haven't eaten much waiting for me, have you?" Eunice said as she picked up the fork to plate some food for Bella. "Eat up, darling. It's the first time I have taken you out for a meal, and I won't have you going hungry."

Meanwhile, outside.

Serena stormed out of the restaurant, fuming, and stood by the garden waiting for Martin's chauffeur to pick her up.

"How many minutes has it been now? I have to wait? You've got five more minutes, buddy. If I don't see you in five, you can kiss your job goodbye. I'll have Martin fire you on the spot!"

She ended the call, seething. The damned traffic – even with snow, how long could it really be?

There she was, shivering in her wet clothes, teeth chattering as the snow fell like feathers around her, the cold seeping into her very bones.

The worst part? Her clothes were soaked, and the wind only made her shiver more violently.

As she cursed Arabella to high heaven in her head, suddenly, a sack was thrown over her head, and she was dragged into a nearby alley.