The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1642

"Are you talking about that curly-haired, brown-eyed tough guy?"

"Boss, exactly about your description." Horace nodded vigorously, "That's the guy!"

"He took his crew and hightailed it out of there."

What??

To think that big shot Zebulon, known all over the underworld, would take his gang and beat a hasty retreat. Just how hard did the

boss have to hit to scare them off like that.

"What about the medicine | want?" Arabella inquired next.

"In the bag!" Horace declared confidently, "I guarded them with my life. Don't worry, not a scratch on them."

As Arabella felt a weight lift off her chest, she also felt a touch of gratitude.

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Those medical materials were crucial for the upcoming research. Without them, the experiment would be a no-go.

"Boss, how long you planning on staying in Belloria this time?" Horace asked, hopeful.

"Probably two or three days."

"That short?"

Horace wanted to stick with the boss. Only by her side did he feel life is worth living.

"Ever think about heading back home?" Arabella seemed to read his mind and suddenly asked.

Horace paused for a second, and then asked eagerly, "Is that an option?"

"Go back for New Year. Jack and Jones have been swamped. From now on, you'll stay back hand helpout."

At that, Horace was over the moon, "Thank you, boss!!"

He'd finally got the streatment as Jack and Jones. Once he was back, he'd have to show off to those two. Horace finally got

highly recognized by the boss.

Just then, Arabella's phone buzzed. She looked down to see a video call from Romeo.

"Bella, you haven't made it back to the hotel yet?"

A man's attractive voice cthrough from the other end of the video.

Horace's eyes widened. He never expected the notoriously cold-blooded Romeo to show such a tender side in private. And he

called the boss "Bella" - that nicknwas way too intimate.

In the past, anyone who dared to address the boss so casually would probably end up with a broken neck.

"Almost there," Arabella's tone softened as she saw Romeo, who had freshly showered in a white robe, his hair still damp.

"Aren't you going to dry your hair?"

Romeo had left his hair wet on purpose, hoping to hear her concern. Now that he'd succeeded, he flashed a warm smile and

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dabbed his head with a towel, "My hair's short; it'll dry in no time."

They were on a video call, and Romeo didn't want the noise of a hairdryer to bother her.

Arabella noticed his robe was loosely tied, deliberately revealing just a hint of his pecs. His look was both sexy and devilish.

"You're full of tricks," Arabella's voice was teasingly affectionate.

"Do you miss me?" Romeo asked again with that alluring voice.

"Ahem." Horace, caught off guard by their mushy conversation, choked on the water he was sipping while waiting for a traffic light.

"Is that a man's voice?" Romeo caught the sound of the cough, "A new recruit?"

It wasn't Jack or Jones's voice. Someone he didn't recognize.

"Your hearing's not bad." Seeing Horace waiting for the light, Arabella turned the camera his way and made a quick introduction,

"Horace. Romeo."

"Hello, Mr. McMillian." Horace never imagined he'd get to see Romeo up close in his life. And Romeo, without the usual coldness in

his eyes, seemed even more handsand approachable.