NovelAppChapter 1293 The blond man chuckled, "I ain't asking for your money. Now your face, that's a different story. Think you could keep us company for a bit?" "Sure, I'll join you later." Arabella planned to give them a beating they wouldn't forget, but she had more pressing matters at hand.
Just as she tried to walk away, the man moved to block her path again, "Hold on, doll. Do you think you can just slip away without even giving us a good excuse?" He reached out to cup her chin, but Arabella quickly dodged his grasp.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe other local boys closed in, their laughter ringing out as they reached out to touch her. Just as Arabella was about to take them on, a person dropped from the eaves. With a swift kick, he sent one of them flying, then plunged a fist into the others, placing himself protectively in front of Arabella.
Arabella looked up, a smile tugging at her lips, Gordon? "Ms. Bella; Gordon said, standing firm, "I apologize for the fright." "You think you're skind of hero?" the blond man was fuming, "This is our turf!" The boys instantly pulled out their knives and lunged at Gordon.
Gordon, with his professional training, clearly had the upper hand.
In no time, the boys were beaten down, beqging for mercy, pleading with Gordon to let them go.
"Fuck off." At Gordon's command, the boys scrambled away. Turning to Arabella, Gordon asked, "Ms. Bella, are you alright? Mr. Bard sent me. He was worried." "I know," she replied, "You've been followingever since | got off the car" Gordon was taken aback; he hadn't realized that Arabella had detected his presence so early.
"Ms. Bella, why are you here? What are you doing here.?" Before Gordon could finish, the sound of shattering glass reached their ears. Arabella reacted instantly, "Oh no." She ran towards the door labeled 6-498, which had been locked from the inside. Unable to open it, she stepped back to kick it down, but Gordon rushed over, "Ms. Bella, let me." Before he could finish, Arabella kicked the door open and strode in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGordon was shocked. He hadn't expected Arabella to be so strong. The door had been locked from the inside, even he, a grown man, might not have managed to kick it down in one go.
How did Arabella do it? Inside, Arabella found a dim and untidy living room. A bowl of porridge sat untouched on the coffee table, indicating that the occupant had fled through the window without finishing their meal.
The skylight was small and made of sealed glass. In order to escape through it, one would have to smash the whole thing to provide enough space for an adult.
It was clear that Cornell had fled when he realized someone was coming.
Arabella was about to follow when Gordon suddenly grabbed her arm, "Ms. Bella, wait" He cleared away the shards of glass on the edge, and only when he was sure there was no danger did he crouch down, “Ms. Bella, step onto get up." "No need; Arabella pushed him away, took a few steps back, and with a swift run-up and a jump off the wall, she easily reached the skylight and exited through the window.
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