The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1644

"Just the usual."

Ophelia had a passion for extrsports that knew no bounds. Parkour, rock climbing, bungee jumping, and skydiving were all in

her wheelhouse.

She was born with a silver spoon, the sole heiress to a prosperous family. Two years prior, upon finishing her college studies ahead

of schedule, her parents had entrusted her with the family empire.

To the world, she was the formidable Ms. Almond, but behind closed doors, she morphed into a race car driver, a parkour expert, a

legend on the ski slopes, and a skydiving enthusiast, among other things.

Her squad - Arabella, Kelly, and two other gals - were kindred spirits, tight as can be.

They kept to their own lives, rarely bothering each other, but were ready to lend a hand or share a slice of life in their group chat at

a moment's notice.

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"Perfect timing, | need a favor." Ophelia said with a beaming smile, "Took a bit of a tumble doing sextrsports a few days

ago and messed up my foot. There's an underground car race tonight, and | need you to step in for my team."

These underground races weren't as formal as the sanctioned ones; it was all about showing up and showing off.

"If we win, the other team has to hand over their track."

That track was the prized possession of senigmatic mogul whose drift racing team was the scourge of Belloria. They boasted

that no crew in Belloria could touch them and promised to hand over the track if proven wrong.

Their challenge riled up many teams, each taking turns to dethrone them. But without exception, all challengers faced a bitter

defeat.

Ophelia's crew, confident as they were, had been poised to win the crown until her unfortunate injury. She had considered

powering through, but her right foot just couldn't hammer the gas or slam the brakes with the necessary finesse.

"Is it serious?" Arabella asked, her concern evident, "Is the emergency stash | gave you doing any good?"

"Yeah, thank God you leftwith those treasures. The family doc said your stuff was better than theirs. Been using it for about a

week, and it's getting better every day."

"How good is this other team?" Arabella probed further.

"They're worth the challenge."

A statement like that meant they were competent.

"After the race, I'll ccheck on you."

"Great. I'll have a victory feast waiting at home. We'll celebrate your triumphant return," Ophelia said, her spirits high.

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She had a video conference tonight and couldn't be at the race. "My team will be there to cheer you on. They all know you. Just do

your normal play." Ophelia continued, "The other side is full of braggarts with foul mouths. If you can't stand them, feel free to

trash the place, throw a punch if you need to. If things go south, I've got your back."

After all, the Almond family carried weight in these circles. Arabella chuckled, "I don't lose my cool that easily."

But if those guys needed a lesson, she wouldn't hesitate to teach them. After a good chat with Ophelia, Arabella noticed that

Horace had sent her a few messages not too long ago.

"Boss, we originally offered them 30 million, and they agreed to sell, but now they're backpedaling, saying they want to think it

over. They think the price is too low."

Thirty million was low?

"They're clearly playing us," Horace seemed annoyed.

Arabella was straightforward, "What do they really want?"

"They said without 50 million, their boss probably won't budge. That island is his pride and joy."