NovelAppBefore Romeo could say anything, the manager begged, "Ms. Bella not only saved the former boss of the club, but also me. | owe her big time, so Mr. McMillian, | beg you to pick another girl!" Romeo thought, "Huh? Am | some kind of beast?" The moment Romeo asked who was the prettiest girl at the club on the phone, the manager guessed his intention, so he begged again, "Ms. Bella is not yet 18, please spare her, Mr. McMillian. I'll find the most satisfactory girl for you." Romeo didn't expect that Arabella had tamed so many people outside, let alone that this guy was so loyal to Arabella. He chuckled and teased, "Who can you find? Anyone as good as her?" "Mr. McMillian." The manager was really scared, but still mustered the courage to beg, "You can't take Ms. Bella away." "What's wrong with her?" "She's well-connected!" The manager thought this would scare Romeo off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Romeo casually said, "Oh, that's okay." No background could compare to his.
The manager racked his brains, "She knows a lot of vicious people." "It's fine." "She's got good fighting skills. I'm afraid she might hurt you." "I have bodyguards." The manager was out of excuses and was worrying when suddenly an idea popped into his head, "She's on her period! Yes, that's right, she just started! What a coincidence, Mr. McMillian, I'll find someone else for you." "How do you know she's on her period?" Romeo asked with interest, "Did she tell you?" "No, no, an employee said she stained her clothes." Romeo didn't expect his man to lie to his face. No one knew Arabella's menstrual cycle better than him, but he wasn't angry at all.
"Is she safe now?" Romeo suddenly got to the point and asked directly.
The manager was confused, "Yeah, she's very safe." "Take good care of her. Don't let anything dangerous happen." "Huh? Yes." Until the call ended, the manager didn't understand what Romeo was really up to.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the coffee shop, Arabella was about to leave when the lady suddenly clutched her stomach, seeming uncomfortable.
"Honey, are you okay?" The middle-aged man quickly bent over and asked, "What's wrong? Is your stomach hurting?" "Um," the lady didn't know what was going on. Why would her stomach suddenly hurt? Was it because of the coffee? Arabella looked back. The lady was already in pain, curled up in the man's arms.
The middle-aged man was really scared, "Honey, honey." He was about to call for help.
"Let me check." Arabella returned to the lady's side and squatted down. With her slender fingers on the lady's pulse, in less than three seconds, she had the answer in her mind.
"She's been poisoned. It's a slow-acting poison. Let her lie down flat." Arabella opened her backpack, picked a long silver needle from her acupuncture bag,"What did she drink three days ago at this time?"
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