The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1676

On the other side.

At 8 PM, Arabella and Horace made their entrance at the auction.

"Which one's Sam?" Arabella whispered to the person sitting next to her.

With hundreds of people packed into the dimly-lit venue, spotting anyone was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"I heard he's desperate for a kind of medicine. Whoever's hounding after the herb, that's him." Horace shared, his brow furrowing

in confusion, "Boss, what's this medicine? What's it good for?"

It was a strange name, one he'd never cacross before. At Horace’s question, Arabella’s eyes darkened, "It's for tonifying

kidney, interested?"

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"Why would | need it? My kidney's intact!" Horace replied, only to then ponder, "There are tons of kidney boosters on the market,

why's he so fixated on this one? To the point of hitting up the black market."

"It's not just any booster. Combined with certain substances, it can boost a man’s sexual vitality overnight. Ahem, but it wrecks the

body; it's banned. Use too much and you get hooked, just like those illegal substances."

Horace got the gist. No wonder it was a black-market item, it had that kind of power. Wait a sec, how did the boss know all this?

She's too savvy.

The auction kicked off.

The first item up for bids was sporcelain, the kind looted from graves, the sort that couldn't stand the light of day. Interest was

scant, and the bids were even scarcer.

Then cthe herb. With few in the know about this medicine's purpose, the bidding was sparse; until at last, someone snatched

it up for 2,800 dollars.

It was a man in the back of the seating area. He wore a battered old cap and dressed like a blue-collar worker, utterly

unremarkable. When the staff brought the payment code to him, he scanned it, grabbed his prize, and left.

"2,800 for that ugly thing," Horace clearly felt it was a waste.

Arabella stood up and followed, her voice low, "If that herb is turned into what | mentioned, it could rake in over 100 grand."

"What did you say??" Horace's eyes bulged, incredulous and yet he couldn't help but add, "But he doesn't look like someone who

knows his way around a lab."

"Ever heard of teamwork? Or maybe he plans to flip it, sell it to sbig pharma for a high price?" Arabella walked down a side

path, leaving the seating area behind.

Perhaps wary of attention, Sam headed out the back door after the auction. The back door opened to a field of knee-high weeds,

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unlit and desolate; the darkness seemed to swallow everything whole.

No sooner had Sam stepped out than figures rose from the weeds, armed and aiming at him. Steward had brought his men to

catch him.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam didn't know who they were, only that he was in danger and tried to flee. But Arabella and

Horace quickly caught up from behind.

"Take him," Steward commanded, and his goons moved in.

Arabella saw them trying to snatch Sam and immediately took hold of him herself.

"You again?" Steward hadn't expected this girl to show up everywhere, "Are you in cahoots?" Last tat the Demon Ring, this girl

had caused a ruckus at the boxing match, letting Sam escape in the chaos. Now, she had Sam in her grip. Could it be, they were

really on the sside?