NovelAppArabella frowned slightly. She had this feeling that someone was sneakily watching her from upstairs. Calmly, she said, "If you need anything in the future, just talk to me directly. Don't bother him." The middle-aged man looked a bit confused. Was she worried about him bothering Romeo? Just as he was about to explain that she might have got it wrong, he saw the girl glance upstairs, walk out of the warehouse, take a hairpin from the bodyguard's leader, get into a car, and leave.
She was young, but had such a strong personality and presence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe woman upstairs only came down after Arabella had left. "Do you think she noticed me?" "Nah, she just casually looked up. Probably because the light above was too glaring." The middle-aged man pulled her into his embrace, "After we deliver the painting tomorrow, let's leave this place." "Alright." The woman looked at Arabella's retreating figure with a hint of regret in her voice, "It's a shame. She already has a boyfriend." If that wasn't the case, Arabella's aura, age, and painting skills would have been a good match for her son.
Arabella drove to her next destination and called Romeo to update him on her situation.
Having anxiously waited for nearly an hour at home, Romeo finally heard her voice and felt a weight lift off his heart.
"Does anyone else know that the hairpin you gave me is a tracker?" Arabella suddenly asked.
Romeo was a bit puzzled, "Did you get caught?" "Yeah." "Did they give you trouble?" "No." Romeo heaved a sigh of relief and began to ponder.
"Only my development team and | have seen the hairpin. It hasn't been leaked, and it's not available on the market." Romeo said, "The development team is loyal to me, and they wouldn't betray me." Their wealth wouldn't be enough to buy a painting priced at ten million either.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo, how did the fact that the hairpin was a tracker get leaked, and why was it spotted instantly? It almost caused trouble for Arabella.
"Well, you better check. There might be a mole." Arabella said while driving, "I'm almost there. I'll call you when I'm done." "Alright." Romeo cautioned, "Be careful." "Yeah, don't worry." Arabella parked her car in the private club's garage and saw two pretty girls getting out of another sports car.
One of them, with her beautiful features, had an air of arrogance about her.
Alma Collins? What was she doing here? Alma had also noticed Arabella. She didn't expect Arabella to come here, let alone in Romeo's car! "Bella," Alma smiled, "Are you alone? Want to hang out with us? We have a class reunion tonight." Arabella glanced at the friend next to Alma, who was acting as if she was top dog. With her arms crossed over her chest, she looked at Arabella with a condescending gaze.
"No need. | have things to do." Arabella shut her car door and headed for the club, with Alma trailing behind her. She asked, "Why are you here alone? Why didn't Romeo come with you?" Arabella turned to look at her, and Alma felt an inexplicable pressure from that glance. She didn't expect her cousin, who just came back home, to have such a strong aura.
There was an elevator in the garage that led directly to the first floor of the club, and there were four attendants standing outside.
Alma asked again, "Bella, do you have a membership card? Only members with a five-star rating or above can park their cars here and take this elevator."
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