The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1555

Sof the seasoned board members just couldn't stand it anymore.

"My daughter is head over heels for that David. She ditched her piano lesson this afternoon just to fangirl over him!"

"My son adores him too, says he's cool and responsible, wants to shine bright like him when he grows up."

"My mom's in her seventies, and she hadscrambling for concert tickets, saying that David is such a sweet-looking boy, and

calls herself a 'granny fan'."

Arabella hadn't realized David's fan base was so wide-ranging.

"Alright, we can knock off early today."

Seeing their minds weren't on work at all, Arabella simply said, "Meeting adjourned."

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No sooner had she dismissed the meeting than sof them huddled together, buzzing about the concert.

Later that afternoon.

Arabella hopped into Romeo's car, planning to grab an early dinner before heading backstage to meet David. But as soon as they

approached the crossroads near the stadium, they hit a traffic jam.

The stadium steps were packed with fans who had arrived early.

Three hours before the concert, and the roads were clogged, with an army of traffic cops trying to maintain order.

Every billboard around the stadium had been rented out by fans, plastered with David's pictures.

Shad even wrapped entire buses with his photos.

Arabella hadn't anticipated David's popularity, nor that every nearby restaurant would be filled to the brim with his fans.

"We'll find somewhere to park," said Romeo, equally surprised by David's drawing power.

Traffic officers were ahead, directing the flow.

Just waiting for the lights to turn, Arabella sat in the car for a harrowing thirty minutes. It was insane.

Fans were even handing out shopping bags with David's charitable acts printed on them to passersby.

Finally, when traffic inched forward, Romeo steered into a nearby parking lot, which was full. They ended up parking at the closest

subsidiary of McMillian Corporation.

"Didn't think we'd end up back at the company for a staff lunch," Romeo quipped as he opened the car door for Arabella.

Arabella chuckled, "But it's close to the stadium. After we eat, let's just walk over. No way we're driving."

Otherwise, they would be gridlocked forever.

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This subsidiary wasn't a frequent stop for Romeo. As he and Arabella stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor, the manager

Mr. Quennel spotted them.

"Mr. McMillian, are you here for an inspection? And this is." Mr. Quennel hurried over to shake hands with Romeo and nodded

towards Arabella.

"My fiancée, Arabella. We're here to try the staff meal."

Mr. Quennel was taken aback. The staff meal?

Oh no, he hadn't received any notice that Mr. McMillian was coming to check on the cafeteria standards.

"Running low on food?" Romeo sensed his discomfort.

"No, no, it's not that. I'm just worried you and Ms. Arabella might not be used to our simple fare. It's all homestyle dishes," Mr.

Quennel hastily explained. "Please, follow me!"