The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1640

The crowd roared with excitement as Horace squeezed his way to the edge and glanced back. The fighter was down, and he knew

the boss had roughed it out in that cruel region before, able to handle these backstreet brawlers with ease.

“Boss, | swear I'll cback for you!” Horace led them away first.

Arabella, now free from worries, floored the fighter and swiftly locked the cage door behind her as she made her exit.

A gunshot suddenly echoed through the arena. A lot of audience realized till then danger had descended and scrambled to the

sides.

Zebulon, flanked by a slew of henchmen, had Arabella cornered. “You think you can wreck my joint?”

Arabella, facing the armed crowd, her eyes turning icy, retorted, “What, | need to write you a permission slip?”

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“You're in over your head!” With a wave of Zebulon's hand, his goons opened fire.

Arabella quickly subdued one of them, using the man as a human shield and seizing his weapon to return fire.

In the VIP room.

Steward reported with guilt, “Mr. Collins, Sam slipped away in the chaos, and | lost sight of Felix too. It's that girl's fault.”

As he spoke, his gaze fell to the lone girl below. Her movements were lightning-fast, and Zebulon's dozens of men couldn't lay a

finger on her.

Felix loved the thrill of the fight, so Sean had deliberately jacked up the price to a cool million bucks to lure him out.

And sure enough, when Sam reported his arrival, that girl had dashed to rescue the kid in the cage, and her crew had managed to

snatch the kid's mother too. Perhaps sensing danger, he had vanished in the chaos, and Sam had fled also.

Damn her! Why play hero? Why stir up trouble? Couldn't she just stay home, hit the books?

Once Felix showed, and they snagged him, they would've surely sent someone for the kid. They weren't heartless! It was just a

matter of moments.

Why did that girl have to meddle?

Steward had been on this lead for ages, and to think it would be botched today, and by a meddling schoolgirl, no less.

Sean eyed the agile girl on the ground floor, her aura defiant and cold, “Catch her, throw her to the mountain.”

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In the arena.

Zebulon, seeing his men strewn about in pain, only a few left circling Arabella, stepped back fearfully, “Who the hell are you?”

The girl wore a black mask, her face unseen, but her youthful clear eyes suggested she was just a teenager. So young, yet with

such skill and bravery, she had not only taken down a 300-pound muscle-bound fighter but also left his men groveling on the

ground.

At that moment, Steward arrived with reinforcements.

Zebulon, seeing them, as if spotting his salvation, “It's this girl. She's ruined Sean's fun. Steward, get her!”

Sean?

Arabella's gaze lifted towards the VIP room. Silhouetted against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, a lean figure stood watching

the melee below.

“This one’s for Sean to handle.”