The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1566

"David is like a breath of fresh air in showbiz, | swear," a fan said with a chuckle. "All the celebs my friends used to like have had

their scandals, but David's still standing strong. Now they've all hopped on the David bandwagon with me."

"He's an amazing guy. The more you explore, the more attractive he will be."

"No kidding. Can you imagine the lucky person who ends up with him? They'd be so blessed. David's the kind of guy who takes

care of you, a real warmhearted hunk."

"Whoever it is, as long as David's happy, they'll have my heartfelt blessings."

"Shere."

"I just want David to be happy."

Arabella's own heart softened at the chorus of support for David. His popularity among his fans was no mystery.

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Romeo leaned in close to Arabella, whispering tenderly, "You've got a good brother there."

As the crowd at the venue grew, Arabella, sitting in the front row, watched as people began to take their seats.

Swere business tycoons, CEOs and vice presidents with long-standing deals with David's company. Others were veterans of

the entertainment industry. When they spotted Romeo, masked and unassuming, surprise and recognition flickered across their

faces.

"Mr. McMillian." Several people wanted to strike up a conversation with Romeo.

But Romeo, taking Arabella's hand, simply nodded in their direction. It was then that the crowd noticed he was accompanied by his

girlfriend. Both were clad in sleek black coats, sporting matching black masks. Arabella's eyes sparkled youthfully beside the more

mature Romeo.

It was a revelation to many that the typically stoic Romeo had a girlfriend.

And even more surprising that he would bring her to a concert.

With that, they respectfully kept their distance, nodding to Romeo in greeting and understanding before taking their seats, careful

not to disturb the couple's date.

To Arabella's left was Romeo, and to her right should have been Jossie's spot, followed by their agent's seat. However, the agent

was in the hospital, leaving two seats conspicuously empty.

Behind those seats, two girls arrived fashionably late.

One of them, catching sight of Arabella, wore an expression of surprise.

She then glanced at the man beside Arabella. Romeo? He was actually accompanying Arabella to a concert?

"Alma, con, let's sit down. The show's about to start," urged Hannah, a rich girl, pulling Alma to their seats.

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Upon hearing the n"Alma," Arabella turned and, sure enough, found the source of her discomfort. There was Alma, disguised

in a hat and mask, but the bruise on her forehead was unmistakable. Had she been in a fight?

Alma was debating whether to greet Arabella when, in the next moment, Arabella turned away, leaning in to listen to something

Romeo was saying.

Watching them so close together, Alma felt a twinge of discomfort.

"Alma, you haven't explained these bruises. How did you end up getting beaten up like this? Do your folks know? Have they found

out who did it? | mean, you're a Collins. Someone actually had the nerve to attack a Collins, right outside your own home."

Hannah looked at Alma with concern, clearly upset on her behalf.

"My parents are on it, but no word yet. | have a hunch who's responsible, though."

At Mr. Eugene's birthday party, she dumped cake on Serena's face and caused her to fall off the swing, and she even poured wine

all over her.

It had to be Serena seeking revenge.