The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1784

"Hey, they're all on the house!" Sean was clearly on edge.

"No need. Getting an island from you is a big deal as it is. Thanks for not fleecingand leavingin the woods for the beasts to

tearapart."

"Sis." Sean was dying to ask if it wasn't too late to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

In the chilly air, Steward was continuously wiping sweat from his brow, "Ms. Collins, you've got it all wrong. Sean's been digging

into that clinic fire all along. Sfolks are sly as foxes, hiding their tails. Just as we were closing in on sclues, you went and

rescued that kid from the cage. Truth is, if you hadn't stepped in, Sean would've ordered us to save the kid. We were just waiting

for the key suspect to show, and the very next second, we'd have made our move!"

"So, | screwed up your plan?" Arabella quipped, clearly amused.

Steward was a nervous wreck, thinking, man, Ms. Collins can be intimidating. He glanced at Sean, mentally tossing the ball into his

court as if to say, "I've lost my voice, man. Your turn."

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Sean, panicking, didn't know what to say and snapped at Steward, "What are you talking about? We're the ones who scared her!

Besides, she was investigating the fire too, doing her part in secret. She's the unsung hero of the family!"

Turning to Arabella after that, Sean tried to appease her with a desperate charm, "It's all my fault. Hey, you've got those boxing

gloves in hand - take a swing at me."

Arabella couldn't help but suppress a smile, pretending to stay silent.

If only his sis would agree to hit him, that'd be fine. But what if she stayed quiet like this? He was tempted to wire another five

million dollars to David and beg for advice on how to soothe his sister's anger.

"lI wasn't there to investigate the clinic fire," Arabella finally threw him a lifeline.

Sean grabbed the chance, "Then what were you doing there?"

What else could it be if she was spotted in a place as chaotic as the Demon Ring?

"lI went to get a medicinal herb, | just happened to see you with someone."

Hearing this, Sean cut her off, "Sis, letexplain; it's not what you think!"

Steward was beyond mortified, thinking Sean's reputation was beyond saving - even a miracle worker couldn't fix this mess.

"There's no need to explain your personal life to me, Sean."

"No, that woman was trying to drug me; she's a hitman; she wanted to kill me."

"That exciting, huh?"

Sean was baffled. Exciting? His sister truly was one of a kind.

"Ms. Collins, Sean's got a lot of enemies out there. He might coff as a bit of a jerk, but that's just his armor.”

Sean thought, “Who are you calling a jerk? Don’t think | can’t hit you with my sister's presence.”

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Steward racked his brain to rehabilitate Sean’s image, "Ms. Collins, you didn't see him when we thought you were kidnapped. He

ripped out his IV and raced to the abandoned building. When they tricked Sean into believing you were dead, the grief on his face

was enough to make even a tough guy likewant to cry. He really cares about you!"

"Shut up," Sean cringed at the cheesiness. Would his sister think it was as cringe-worthy as he did?

Hearing that Martha's people had lied to Sean about her death, Arabella looked at him and saw a vulnerability that was so unlike

his usual confident demeanor.

"Alright." Arabella said, lightening up, "Let's call it water under the bridge."

Both Sean and Steward exchanged glances, barely containing their urge to jump up and celebrate.

Had his sis forgiven him? Was she really not holding a grudge?

Sean felt, once again, that his sister was the best!