The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1680

Sam's hands quivered as he pointed outside, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

"Spit it out, man. C'mon, don't you die on me, buddy, hey, don't." Steward could only watch as Sam took his last breath right in

front of him, the grim prediction of that girl chillingly accurate.

He was truly poisoned beyond saving.

After checking for any sign of breath from Sam and finding none, Steward had no choice but to call Sean to report, "Sean, he's

gone. Dr. Lee and the crew were all set up at the villa waiting, just five more minutes and we could've gotten him there."

But fate had other plans, and Sam expired.

Sean was taken aback, realizing that the girl must have had real medical expertise to know that Sam was beyond help and didn't

even bother trying to save him.

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"So, he didn't spill anything?" Sean asked in a detached tone.

"He couldn't get the words out. He just kept grabbing my hand and pointing outside. I've got no idea what he was trying to show

me."

"Pointing outside?" Sean perked up, sensing something, "What was out there at the time?"

"Nothing much. From where he was lying in the car, he could probably only see the sky. | can't even tell if the moon or stars were

out. Maybe he was hinting at someone whose nhas any letter of 'Sky' or 'Night' or 'Moon' or 'Star'?"

"It's a possibility. I'll have someone dig into his contacts again, see if any names stand out with those elements. And while you're at

it, check who was around the back door of the auction tonight."

"Will do," Steward replied and got straight to work.

Meanwhile, Arabella had her own orders for Horace, "Check who was near the auction at the tSam was injured tonight, see

who could have taken a shot at him in the shadows. Pull up the street surveillance, and if any feeds are down, letknow; I'll

restore them."

Normally, there wouldn't be so many camera malfunctions unless someone at that specific twanted to stay hidden, be it a

person or a vehicle.

"You're brilliant, boss!" Horace hadn't thought about following this lead, and he knew that anyone tampering with surveillance was

trying to hide something. Lucky for them, their boss was a skilled hacker and this wouldn't be a challenge.

"Oh, and boss, with those guys potentially on our trail, maybe we should switch hotels for the night. | don't like the idea of you

being unsafe."

"Don't we have that hidden fire escape we can use?"

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Horace had mentioned before that by twisting the wall lamp behind the sofa, a secret fire escape would be revealed.

This design was for celebrities or VIPs who wanted to avoid the public eye when staying at the hotel, allowing them to leave quietly

via this special exit, which was exclusive to the presidential suite.

"Besides, if they wanted to go after us, they would've by now," Arabella added.

Given Sean's racing skills, they weren't guaranteed a clean getaway. But everything was quiet, no one was pursuing them, so

Arabella wasn't worried.

Originally, she'd planned to design the princess's dress, grab the medicine materials, and head back home, but the emergence of

the fire case was an unexpected twist. It was a good opportunity to delve deeper into the mystery that had stymied her for the

past six months, stalling with no substantial leads.

Cearly the next morning.