The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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Chapter 77 “A big shot?” Attlee had heard no such news.

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“This big shot is quite a character, made him famous in the business world when he was young and built a massive business empire! His grandson took over later and expanded the business even more. He's young and already the richest man in the worldTM* “You mean Romeo?” Romeo being the wealthiest man in the world was no secret! But the guy himself rarely made public appearances, and even the media never published his picture. “The big shot you're talking about, is it Mr. McMillian? Is he sick and in the hospital?” How did he miss such major news? “There's no such thing as a secret.” Olga explained how things went down, “Mr. McMillian was critically ill a while back, his life was hanging by a thread, luckily a high school student was passing by and performed surgery on him.” Because this news got out, many people found out that Mr. McMillian was staying at Hope Hospital and flocked to visit him.

“A high school student, that good?” Attlee thought to himself, if someone could save Mr. McMillian, they must have a bright future ahead of them.

A high school student, probably only seventeen or eighteen, had the guts to perform surgery on Mr. McMillian?! And they successfully saved Mr. McMillian?! And then there's Arabella, whom he’s been raising for eighteen years, not only had she achieved nothing, but she'd also brought him all sorts of trouble! “Apparently, Mr. McMillian is about to be discharged. We must seize the opportunity and offer our assistance Olga strategized “But will Mr. McMillian agree to meet us?” Attlee seemed a bit worried.

Would someone as important like Mr. McMillian meet a city man like him? “We can give it a shot! How will we know if we don't try?” Olga thought, if Mr. McMillan was willing to help them, then the Panter family wouldn't dare to act so cocky in their presence.

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“What are we waiting for then? Let's prepare some gifts ourselves and find a suitable time to visit him tomorrow,” Attlee regained his confidence and dug out all the valuables from his house.

Arabella had been working at the company all day, and as soon as she walked out of the building, she received a friend request.

[Bella, it's your Grandpa.] Arabella was surprised, could it be that Phillip had added her on WhatsApp? “Bella hasn't accepted my friend request yet.” In the hospital room, Phillip kept checking his phone and asked Brodie, “Didn't you say that girls would like it if you added modal particles at the end of a sentence? Could Bella think I'm a creepy old man since she hasn't accepted my friend request Brodie held back his laughter and said, “I heard that Ms: Bennett went to work She may be busy and hasn't seen the message yet.” “Work? What kind of job? Is she trying to gain life experience or is she short on pocket money?” Before Phillip could get a clear answer, his phone lit up, he saw it and excitedly said, “She accepted! She accepted my friend request!” Arabella’s slender fingers lightly touched the screen, expressing her confusion [Grandpa?] [Hey, Bella, it's me. | got your number from Romeo, he didn’t want to give it to me at first) Phillip sent a message.

Arabella smiled faintly and asked with concern. [How are you feeling today?] [Much better!] Phillip was about to send this message, but quickly deleted it and sent a sad emoji instead: [’'m not doing too well today, no one came to visit me! | feel very lonely! Bella, when are you coming to take me out of the hospital?] Arabella found this amusing. [Tomorrow] [Great, great! What time tomorrow?] Phillip eagerly waited for a while but received no reply At this time, Romeo's car was already waiting outside the company.

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