The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 72

On her way home after meeting Dylan, Arabella suddenly received a call. Recognizing the familiar number on the screen, she hit the button on her steering wheel to hang up.

But Attlee was persistent, calling again and again.

"What do you want?" Finally, Arabella picked up, her tone laced with irritation.

"Bella. I'll cut to the chase. I saw you having dinner with the head honcho of Allbara Investment Group tonight. Are you two acquainted?"

"What's it to you?" Arabella was surprised that he called to ask such a trivial question and was about to hang up.

"Bella, straight up, is Dylan into you? Is he wooing you?"

Arabella was speechless.

"Don't tell me you're the one who told him not to collaborate with our company. If you want to marry into a rich family, you’ve got to have some dough too, right?"

Arabella's icy eyes flashed with coldness. "What are you implying?"

"Your biological parents are in the countryside; they could never afford this lifestyle. It's embarrassing! But I could have your back; imagine how it sounds: the richest man in Tranquil City is your father. I've got all the gifts sorted. That way you could marry into the wealthy family without a hitch!"

Arabella said coldly, "What do you want?"

"As long as you get me in touch with Dylan, arrange a meeting, and facilitate our collaboration again."

"No can do."

Just as Arabella was about to hang up, she heard him pleading, "Bella, I raised you for eighteen years! Are you really going to leave me high and dry? The company is in crisis!"

"What's that got to do with me?" Arabella said coldly, "I don't know where you get off telling me this. My grandma raised me, not you. Have you ever contributed a dime to me in these years? Have you ever visited me?"