The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1762

Arabella curled the corner of her lip into a sly smile, "That would be me."

"Boss, why is it you? How cyou've got Mr. McMillian's phone?" Jack's voice quivered with fear, "I haven't spilled anything in the

last couple of days. | swear, | didn't mention a peep about your whereabouts in Belloria."

Arabella could sense his desperate will to survive and said with interest, "Oh. is that so?"

"Absolutely." Jack's voice grew even more nervous at Hans's tone, "I remember now, before you went off to Belloria, Mr. McMillian

insisted on having a dinner with the guys. Everyone was going, and it just would've been rude forto skip. Mr. McMillian might

have thought | was too big for my britches, like | didn't respect him."

Her interest piqued further, Arabella prodded, "So you went?"

"Yeah. but | didn't ask for the gift card and the car keys. Mr. McMillian said it was a little something for the holidays. He made it

clear that family should take it, and refusing would be a slap in his face. | figured, you and Mr. McMillian are practically family. It's

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not right to snub your own kin, right? Plus, Jones and Tom all took it too."

Jack was quick to drag everyone else into it.

"Mr. McMillian also mentioned that, should there be any danger, that sports car could outrun anyone with its speed and even

activate bulletproof mode. He said it was to ensure we could protect you better."

"So everyone took one?" Arabella was oblivious to this development, "And the gift card?"

"The gift card was a New Year's bonus for the crew, not just us few. Everyone on the payroll, even those abroad or on missions—Mr.

McMillian prepared one for them, asked us to pass them on. He said that loyalty like ours, following you through thick and thin,

deserves recognition, so."

"How much did you take?" Arabella's tone was as sharp as if she were ready to sever their hands.

Jack was terrified, stuttering, "It was a blank check. we could fill in any amount."

A blank check? Any amount?

At this revelation, Arabella shot Romeo a glance—pretty generous, huh?

Fearing boss’ wrath, Jack hurriedly explained, "We were all brought up by you; we wouldn't go filling in crazy numbers. We all

agreed on an amount—just filled in two hundred bucks."

"So you're saying you've got a conscience after all?"

She wasn't about to let them fleece her fiancé.

Jack grew more frightened by Arabella's tone, "Boss, listen to me, I'm not making excuses—I| mean, letexplain."

"What else?"

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"That's it."

"Just that? That's all?"

"Oh, | just remembered something else." Jack's tone suggested he knew he was in deep trouble and promptly cclean, not

daring to hide any longer.

"And last Christmas, Mr. McMillian gave each of us a supermarket gift card worth a thousand bucks. We could use it at any

McMillian Corporation-owned supermarket. everyone took one. If | hadn't, it would've been taken as an insult."

"So you were put out by it, then?"

"You bet, | agonized over it for ages before | finally accepted." Jack shivered as he tried to affirm his loyalty to Arabella, "Boss, even

though we've accepted quite a bit from Mr. McMillian, we are yours in life and in spirit. We would never betray you. Anything that

shouldn't be disclosed, we haven't breathed a word."

Arabella deliberately left him hanging without a response.