The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1886

"Alright then, I'll just cut to the chase. You're stunning, you know? | caught a glimpse of you from afar, and | couldn't tear my eyes

away. I'd like to get to know you, be friends."

The stranger paused and glanced at Arabella's phone, "Are you FaceTiming your boyfriend? It's vacation tback hand he's

still working. Must be stough gig. If you're willing to take the tto get to know me, maybe even date me, | could offer your

boyfriend a job at my company."

"You want my fiancé to work for you?" Arabella's lips curled into a half-smile, "Can you afford him?"

Fiancé?

Afford him?

The man chuckled, "Letintroduce myself."

Raising his voice so the man on the other end of the call could hear, he said, "My name's Joshua Flair, ever heard of the Flair

Group? We've got forty-two branches across six countries. I'm the only son. I'll inherit it all one day. Not just one fiancé of yours,

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but a hundred, a thousand—I could hire them all. But it all depends on whether his skills and talent are worth the salary I'd offer. Of

course, for your sake, | wouldn't mind being a little generous, consider it a favor."

Arabella smiled, turning to the person in the video, "Hear that? Someone's trying to poach you, wants you to work for him."

"I'd like to see who this guy is."

Arabella flipped the phone screen around, and Joshua was stunned to see the face of Romeo on the other end!

His mind reeled.

Had he seen wrong?

How could this guy look so much like Romeo?

How could this girl possibly know someone like Romeo, a high-flier in the stratosphere of society?

She had just said Romeo was her fiancé?

Joshua was dumbstruck.

"Mr. McMillian, there are two urgent documents that require your signature." Carl knocked and entered, placing the files in front of

Romeo.

Mr. McMillian??

Really Romeo?

Joshua's knees began to tremble.

Arabella's lips curled up, "I wonder how much the Flair Group would be willing to pay for the skills and talents of my fiancé."

"Joshua?" Romeo's voice was mocking and disdainful, as if he were looking down on an insignificant ant.

"No, no, we can't afford. Sir, Mr. McMillian, | had no idea it was you. | apologize for the offense! I've intruded!" Joshua immediately

bowed in apology, then turned to Arabella, bowing with each word he spoke, "I'm sorry for my blindness and presumption. Excuse

me, I'm so sorry."

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As he turned to leave, Arabella drawled, "Did my fiancé say you could go?"

"I must say, you've got good taste." Romeo's teasing voice made Joshua's legs shake even more violently.

In terms of looks, height, presence, he couldn't hold a candle to Romeo.

As for wealth, he didn't even cclose to a fraction of what Romeo had.

Yet there he was, flirting with Romeo's fiancée right in front of him.

"Mr. McMillian, it's all my fault, please givea chance to make amends." Joshua continued his apologies.

"What's going on?" Sean, from a distance, quickened his pace toward them.

"Sean." Arabella rose from her lounge chair, her smile serene, "Is this your friend?"

Sean glanced at Joshua, "What's up, has he been bothering you?"