The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 293

Things were going haywire, and Arabella instinctively tightened her grip on the handrail, her face stern.

Thank heavens everyone was buckled up, or they would have been thrown out by now

“Who the hell did this?” Jack cursed under his breath, struggling to his feet and making his way to the

cockpit.

“Who’s been acting so cocky lately?” Arabella had been away for a while, and it seemed the danger

here had escalated.

“A new crew, Mafia Wolf, has emerged recently. They’re pretty ballsy, stirring up trouble with all the

other groups except for Mafia C.”

Arabella gave a cold laugh. So they thought they were hot shots, huh?

“Today’s incident could be the handiwork of Mafia Wolf!” Jones spat angrily, wishing he could take them

all out in one fell swoop.

The plane’s tail was slightly damaged and was plummeting rapidly.

“Lock onto the location and drop the bomb,” Arabella said coldly. “If they have the guts to bomb our tail,

they better be ready to face the music. Find a place for an emergency landing.”

“Roger that.” Jones quickly relayed her orders to the cockpit.

The captain locked onto the location that had hit their tail at two o’clock and dropped the bomb. There

was a loud explosion, and thick smoke billowed out. The entire triangular zone was once again plunged

into terror.

After the emergency landing, several cars quickly pulled up in front of Arabella.

The people who got out were all armed, and they all showed great respect when they saw Arabella.

“Miss!”

“Miss, you’re here?”

“Long time, no see.”

“Hm.” Arabella got into the car, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

Everyone admired her cool–headedness. The boss was maintaining a poker face even in such a place,

as if no one mattered to her.

Even if a famous undercover agent from their country entered this area, they would be on high alert,

their eyes extra cautious.

But Miss’s tail just got bombed, and she looked as if nothing had happened, her gaze clear and

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Then her phone vibrated.

It was Romeo.

“Bella, I’ve already arrived abroad.” Romeo glanced at the time. “Someone will pick you up from work

later.”

Pick up from work??

Arabella quickly replied, “I have my own car.”

“I worry when you commute alone.” Romeo’s voice was gentle and firm. “Just do as I say. Derek will be

there in three minutes. There’s food in the car, which I’ve prepared for you.”

Arabella was slightly annoyed, but her tone was still pleasant. “I’ll have Dean go get it. I have a

meeting later. There are some things to deal with today. No need to pick me up.”

“You’re having a meeting this late?” Romeo was worried that she was overworking herself. “Call me

when you get home.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Arabella called Dean, who immediately went downstairs. Seeing a limited–edition

Rolls–Royce pull up, Dean thought to himself, Romeo sure was loaded, not only providing such a fancy

car for the driver, but the driver himself also looked quite classy.

“Hello, I’m Ms. Bennett’s assistant. You can just call me Dean!” Dean was greeted with a smile. “You’re

here on Mr. McMillan’s orders, right?”

“Hello, I’m Mr. McMillan’s personal assistant. You can call me Derek.”

“Nice to meet you, Derek.” Dean saw that Derek was carrying a bunch of expensive snacks and

couldn’t help but marvel at the luxurious lifestyle of the rich. The cost of a casual meal could cover his

monthly salary.

“Where’s Ms. Bella?” Derek didn’t see the girl and couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, Ms. Bella is in a meeting right now, and she has other matters to attend to later. She has already

informed Mr. McMillan that she will go home by herself.”