The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1813

His eyes fell on Arabella, and he was momentarily transfixed, seemingly unable to look away.

Arabella, having her clothes swiped from her, didn't mind. She was only there to check the final product for flaws, nothing more.

"Do you think | look good in this dress?" the young girl asked the boy beside her. Getting no response, she playfully shook his arm

and pouted, "Otto, I'm talking to you!"

Otto's gaze remained steadfast on Arabella. She was strikingly beautiful, her aloofness, an air of detachment from the world,

making it impossible for him to avert his eyes.

"Otto, you're not falling for her, are you?" The girl, Daphne, sounded jealous, but she knew exactly who Otto was—a player through

and through.

"This dress looks better on her." Without hesitation, Otto snatched the dress from Daphne's hands, held it in front of Arabella, and

blocked her path. "This dress is a gift for you. Try it on, | want to see it on you."

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Arabella looked up to see the boy smiling at her with a roguish charm.

But she wasn't interested and retorted irritably, "Are you insane?"

He was taken aback by her response.

"Move."

Seeing her defiance only piqued Otto's interest more, and his grin turned even more rakish as he again blocked her way.

"I really like your personality. How about being my girlfriend?" Otto leaned against the column behind Arabella, attempting a casual

pose that he thought was particularly cool, and coaxed in a low voice, "If you're bothered that | have a girlfriend, | can break up

with her right now."

"Otto!" Daphne's voice grew even sharper, her pitch rising, clearly not expecting Otto to be so brazen in public.

"What do you say?" Otto continued to flirt with the girl in front of him, arching his eyebrow in a self-assured manner, "Stick with

me, and you'll be set. Everyone knows I'm from the Collins family."

To make sure Arabella grasped the significance, he elaborated, "The Collins of Solterra."

That ncarried a lot of weight.

No girl could resist the allure that surnbrought with it.

Truth be told, his success with women could be largely attributed to the prestige of his family name.

"So what?" Arabella replied with disdain and cold indifference, "Move."

Otto's smirk grew wider. He found this girl intriguing. She wasn't swayed by the mention of his surname. Was she playing hard to

get?

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"I know you girls like to play coy." Otto made a show of pulling out his wallet, flaunting a black card in front of Arabella, "Like it?

Stick with me, and it's yours."

"Otto!" Daphne was more jealous now than ever. Despite all her efforts over their three-month relationship, she had never gotten

her hands on that card. What made this girl so special?

"Well?" Otto leaned in closer to Arabella, using what he thought was a deep, seductive voice, "Last week, my dad gifteda hotel

with a sky-high glass-bottomed pool. You can see the cityscape and pedestrians below while remaining unseen from outside. Very

cool. Wanna check it out with me?"

Arabella saw Sean storming their way, and to her surprise, he looked stunning in the outfit she designed. So did Romeo, who was

also dressed in new attire, looking flawlessly impeccable.

Perhaps hearing Otto's proposition, Romeo too approached, his expression as dark and foreboding as storm clouds before a

downpour.

Arabella's eyes danced with a smile, which, to Otto, appeared to be directed at him.

"Who are you talking to?" Sean was the first to reach Otto, his anger giving way to a mocking laugh.