NovelApp"Arabella, if you just admit that coming back hwas a mistake, that you shouldn't have bulliedor paraded around like you
owned the place, just get down on your knees and beg me, knock your forehead on the ground ten times, and | might just get
Martha to leave your pretty face alone."
Of course, that was never going to happen. It was a bluff, a ploy to see Arabella submit and grovel.
Arabella's gaze fixed on Serena on the screen, a playful smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, "I dare to beg, but do you dare to
untie me?"
Serena's heart clenched. No, they couldn't release her; with Arabella's skills, who knew what she might pull.
"You wantto beg, but you don't even have the guts," Arabella said with an air of indifference, "Go on, do it."
"You really think you're too tough to die." Martha's knife cdown swiftly.
But in the blink of an eye, Arabella and Horace exchanged a look and simultaneously broke free from their ropes. Arabella kicked
squarely on Martha, while Horace quickly snatched a gun from the nearby killer, aiming it at Martha.
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They moved too fast for the henchmen to react; before they knew it, Martha was at gunpoint.
Martha, sprawled on the ground, couldn't believe her eyes. She looked from Horace to Arabella and back again.
"How did you." she stammered.
Hundreds of her men were behind them, yet none had noticed Arabella and Horace slipping their ropes.
Horace pressed the top button of his shirt, and Martha's earlier words played back for all to hear.
"Surprised? This is one of my boss's mini-cams with a built-in bug."
Martha's face went pale; she had suspected Arabella of a trap, but she never imagined it would be hidden in a tiny button.
How could this little wretch know how to turn a mini-cam with a bug into a mere button.
Horace crouched down, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "My boss has tamed wild beasts, dodged bullets, and fought her way out
of encirclements. Who the hell do you think you are, trying to catch her? If she hadn't wanted to trap you, she would've wiped you
out already."
The gun was still aimed at Martha's temple, and Serena, on the other end of the video, gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief at
the turnaround.
Arabella had an ace up her sleeve.
She really did.
What were they going to do now.
If they fell into the hands of the Collins family, neither she nor Martha would see another sunrise!
"My boss's face isn't something you can just slap around."
Horace held the gun on Martha while slapping her hard across the face.
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Martha, lying on the ground, wanted to fight back, but Horace warned, "Go ahead, make a move, and I'll end you."
The room was full of people too terrified to stir.
"Daring to hit my boss, you wretched woman." After a dozen slaps that seemed to do little to calm his rage, Horace stood up and
stomped on Martha.
"Stop hitting her." Serena, still shaken, cried out, pleading, "She didn't hurt Arabella."
"Shut your mouth," Horace shot her a menacing look. "You, I've got my eye on you. Just you wait."
But first, Martha had to be dealt with.
Sean stood arrogantly on the ground floor of the unfinished building, his presence giving no hint that he had just undergone
surgery.
Behind him, Steward exuded an aura just as imposing, impossible to ignore.
As the assassin descended the stairs, she saw two sports cars blocking the entrance, and before her stood the infamous Sean, as if
he owned the world itself.
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