The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1685

The bodyguards didn't take a bribe, nor did they ask for one. Instead, they gestured for Arabella to step forward.

Tossing her backpack over for inspection, Arabella watched as her personal items were scrutinized. Her Taser was confiscated, and

even her acupuncture kit wasn't spared, with the guards deciding to hold onto it for safekeeping.

"Seriously? Even the needles are considered weapons? Are you guys living under Sean's thumb that much?"

If someone really wanted to sneak in a weapon, with all the beasts Sean had at his beck and call, they'd likely be mauled before

they got five feet inside. It seemed overly cautious to confiscate an acupuncture kit.

The two bodyguards remained stoically silent, their icy demeanor unchanging, as they motioned for the guests to enter.

Horace felt speechless but proceeded inside, his jaw dropping at the opulence of the decor, "How much money does this Sean guy

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It had to be a hundred, maybe even a thousand times more than their own boss.

To think, this was just his island home. Horace couldn't even fathom how his other residences might look.

In the living room, a sight caught Horace off guard - a tiny tiger cub scampered up to him, nearly giving him a heart attack, "Boss,

there's another tiger!"

That's when Arabella caught sight of the man lounging arrogantly in the prseat. This was Sean?

The sSean who flirted shamelessly, who stood by while his vice captain harassed the women in their team, who lost a car race

to her, and even lost a fistfight to her?

As Horace noticed his boss's silent stare, he followed her gaze to the man on the sofa. Oh no, it was Sean? The Sean? Just last

night they'd tussled over Sam, and now they were practically walking into the lion's den.

"It’s you?" Sean sounded amused, as if the unfolding events were adding an interesting twist to his day.

"You-you're Sean," Horace stammered in disbelief. Legend had it that in this country, no one could get anything done without

Sean's consent.

And now they had crossed such an influential figure. Looking more closely, Horace noticed Sean was casually stroking a tiger cub.

Another cub was growling at them, standing in front of him and his boss as if to intimidate them.

Horace's knees buckled with fear. What kind of man was Sean, treating tigers as pets? Just terrifying.

"You actually dare to show up?" Steward hadn't expected such easy prey, ready to command his men to seize them, when Sean

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Arabella took a seat across from him, while Horace, trembling, sat down beside her.

"Sean tells you to sit, and you actually sit?" Steward was shocked that these two dared to be on equal footing with Sean.

Horace was confused. Wasn't he asked to sit? But was it actually okay to sit?

As he was about to stand, his boss spoke up, "Your boss expects to always look up to discuss cooperation? We chere, and you

don't even offer a chair to sit on. What kind of partnership is that?"

Steward had always found the girl arrogant and brazen, and seeing her now, she was even more so.