The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 300

Arabella and Jack found themselves backstage at the auction, where there was only a long table. The guy sitting smack in the middle was the boss of Mafia Wolf, Keith.

Keith looked like a mixed-race guy, his smile never reaching his eyes, giving off a cool yet wickedly charming vibe.

"Didn't expect the boss of Mafia Flame to be a chick. How interesting."

He eyed Arabella with a charming grin, "A real beauty, aren't you?"

Those clear, bright eyes alone could knock anyone’s socks off.

How breathtaking she must be without that mask.

Jack wanted to gouge out those lustful eyes out. If it weren't for Arabella's desperate need for that cinnamomum tenuis, his blade would already be in Keith's eye socket!

Arabella hooked a chair with her long leg and plopped down, "Seems like buyer number one doesn't have a sense of time."

"Who says we don't value time?" Carl spoke.

A handsome man entered the backstage, his eyes quickly landing on the girl sitting to the left of the long table.

“Bella? What was she doing here?” was what he thought.

Carl had heard Arabella's voice earlier and thought he was hearing things due to spending too much time with her recently.

But to his surprise, the girl sitting at the long table, wasn't she the Arabella that Mr. McMillian was missing?

Didn't Arabella go home for dinner after work?

Why was she in the triangular zone, and as a buyer?

All those questions circled his mind.

Carl was dumbstruck.

And so was Romeo. In the afternoon, when Derek went to deliver food, she said she was in a meeting and couldn't leave.