The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1677

"Who the heck are you?" Sam struggled, shocked by the grip of the young girl. He hadn't expected a teenage girl to pack such a

punch. There was definitely more to her than met the eye!

"Boss, what do we do?" Horace was taken aback. Another crew had shown up, eager to snatch Sam from them, and they were well-

armed, while they were completely unarmed.

Suddenly, a swarm of henchmen spilled out from the auction house. They were all under Steward's thumb, working together from

the inside out, all to ensure they walked away with Sam tonight.

Now, Arabella and Horace found themselves surrounded on all sides.

"Boss, maybe we should just let them have him for now and we can nab him another time," Horace took one look at the situation

and realized escaping from their clutches was going to be nigh on impossible.

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"Your friend's got brains." A smirk was curled into Steward’s lips, "But today, none of you are getting away."

He'd been hunting her for two days, and now she'd waltzed right into his hands. Tonight, she was going down too!

"Talking tough, huh," Arabella tossed Sam to Horace and struck fast.

Steward didn't expect to be looked down on by a mere girl. The last tthey'd met, he'd been lenient, sparing her his worst out of

a twisted sense of chivalry. But not this time. He had his pride as a man to reclaim!

He countered her moves swiftly, and the two were locked in a fierce battle. As the others saw that Sam was with Horace, they

moved in, "Hand him over."

"Boss, boss," Horace swallowed hard, realizing all eyes were on him. They had formed a circle with him at the center, steadily

closing in. He watched helplessly as they cocked their guns, barrels aimed straight at him.

Horace thought of a phrase: no way out. Even if he had wings to fly, he figured they'd shoot him full of holes.

After Arabella took Steward down, she saw the crowd surrounding Horace. She grabbed Steward, took his gun, and pointed it at his

head.

"Move an inch closer, and I'll shoot him."

The crowd hesitated, their nimble boss Steward, now helpless in the grip of a girl. And Steward looked beaten up, utterly pathetic.

Steward had lost face. He had never expected the level of her competence was way higher than him. Last tsomeone dropped a

smoke shell and she ran away during the chaos. He hadn't really confronted with her personally, and now.

He couldn't only admit that there was always someone better than him; he underestimated her.

"Steward." No one dared to make a move, fearing for their boss's life.

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But Steward still had snerve left in him, "Don't be afraid, she won't shoot. Today, we're taking them all down. What are you

waiting for? Move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Arabella pressed the gun even closer to his head, and even pulled the trigger, her presence icy

and menacing.

"Buddy, I'd shut it if | were you. Our boss here, she'll really send you to meet your maker." Horace, holding onto Sam, offered his

advice sympathetically, "Maybe you should tell your guys to back off. We just want this guy; no need to end your lives."

"This guy, we're taking him." Steward had already botched things up last time; he was dead set on capturing them now, "Not just

him, | want you two as well."

"You're overestimating yourself," Arabella pulled the trigger, the bullet whizzing just over his head, threading through his hair.

The crowd gasped, even Steward nearly lost his composure. Seeing strands of his hair fall to the ground, he felt his knees weaken.