The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 292

Arabella headed toward the café while calling home, "Mom, one of my friends is in a pickle; I need to check on her. Yeah, it's kind of serious; she's overseas; I might have to be away for a couple of days."

After hanging up, Arabella dialed Dean and said, "I’ve got some stuff to deal with these two days; if anyone at the company asks, just say I'm in a meeting; don't let them know I'm out."

It was the first time Dean heard Arabella couldn’t make it to work. He quickly responded, "No problem, but where are you going?"

He wanted to know more, but the call ended before he could ask.

That's just Arabella, always quick and decisive, never one for small talk.

Meanwhile, a luxurious private jet was parked on top of a mountain.

Four bodyguards stood respectfully to one side.

Jack had a bunch of gear on him, and Jones was loaded with bullets. Seeing Arabella, they hurried over.

"You finally showed up! Why the sudden trip to the triangular zone?"

Before Jones could finish his question, he was shot down by Jack: "Isn't it obvious? That's one of Ms. Bella's territories, too! We're going to show those punks what we're made of!"

Isn't that the righteous thing to do?

"Keep an eye out for Cinnamomum tenuis." Arabella ascended the plane's stairs; her aura felt strong, and her back view was super cool.

"Cinnamomum tenuis?" Jack was taken aback, the last time they dealt with it still fresh in his mind: "Miss, who are we saving this time?"

Arabella didn't hesitate to reveal "Shirley."

Romeo's grandmother?

It felt like Jack was looking at a mountain of gold, beckoning him, "They must be paying a hefty fee, right?"

To make Arabella risk her life for this again, it must be at least a few tens of millions of dollars, right?