The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 865

Aside from drugging, did she have any other means of protecting herself?

She was so frail, there couldn't be.

"Not necessarily." Arabella overturned his assumption again, "Didn't those four guys inside say Carol was a traitor? If Carol was one of them, then her skills could conceivably be on par with theirs."

That didn't seem to align with her being "as weak as a kitten".

Whether she had skills or not and how good those skills were would need further investigation.

"No, it can't be." Clark recalled his previous interactions with Carol, and there was no indication that she was a skilled individual. She was probably afraid of even cockroaches.

"We can only continue to investigate." Arabella checked the time, "Clark, it's getting late, it's almost eleven, let's head home."

It was late; their parents would be worried.

"Mom and Dad have already called me a few times, and I don't know if they called you."

Clark checked his phone. Not a single call.

"Worrying about it now won't help, let's go."

Seeing his sister had been busy all day, Clark didn't want to trouble her any more. He nodded and drove her home.

On the way, Clark heard a rumbling sound from his sister's stomach.

He realized something, "Bella, are you hungry? Did you have dinner?"

"I had." Arabella lied.

Her stomach rumbled again. Clark glanced at her, "Still lying to me. Did you skip meals today to catch those guys?"