NovelAppBefore Arabella could even respond, Serena chimed in, "If you're bothered bybeing the adopted daughter, | can clear that up in front of our classmates. Make it crystal clear that you're the real Collins family princess and I'm just a charity case. | won't let my vanity hurt you anymore." Arabella stayed silent.
"Sis, can you giveone last chance? Just one more, okay?" Serena pleaded, tugging at Arabella's sleeve. "Can we be good sisters again and forget all the past unpleasantness?" Arabella noticed that this tSerena's eyes weren't filled with the usual scheming and cunning. Instead, they were filled with sincerity and pleading. She was probably scared of losing everything she had, hence her desperation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Sis, I'm begging you!" Serena tried to kneel, but Arabella stopped her with a foot, saying coldly, "Sissues can't be settled by getting on your knees." "What do you wantto do then?" Serena asked earnestly. "Bring you breakfast every day? Lunch? Hang out with you after school, save you a seat in the cafeteria? Help you pick up packages? Give you massages?" No need to go overboard.
"Sis, you nit. Anything you wantto do, | promise I'll do it!" Serena seemed to have made a big decision.
"We'll see," Arabella replied noncommittally, and she left early with Myrna.
Serena was left alone, unsure of what Arabella's vague response meant. Was she forgiven? Not forgiven? Or intended to watch her actions? Serena turned to Chasel for help as Arabella left. "Chasel." But Chasel was just as indifferent: "You should go back." He didn't explicitly offer her a chance either.
"Chasel, don't go. Talk to Arabella for me. I really realize my mistake." Serena followed Chasel like a pitiful sidekick.
When they got to a nearby restaurant, Chasel, Myrna, and Arabella went in first. Serena followed them in after settling the cab fare.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe waiter looked curiously at the somewhat disheveled young lady and politely asked, "Excuse me, are you here alone or with the three who just walked in?" "With them." Serena followed them upstairs. When they went into a private room, she didn't dare to enter, waiting outside instead.
Inside the room, Chasel glanced at Arabella and gently asked, "How do you plan to handle this?" "Chasel, how do you think | should handle this?" Arabella's gaze was pressuring.
Myrna couldn't help but sigh. Arabella was indeed the real daughter of the Collins family. Her aura was just as powerful, if not more so.
"I'l handle it according to your wishes." Chasel poured her a glass of lemon water, then poured one for Myrna too. He seemed to have gotten used to her powerful presence.
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