NovelEnglishArabella was ushered to safety by a convoy of protective cars.
A group of white sedans, upon witnessing the scene, sensed trouble brewing.
“If we don’t deliver her back, the boss won't cut our final check.”
“Those black cars can’t be the girl's lackeys. Let's step out and have a word, ask them to butt out.”
“We need to snag this girl. She left the boss in a bad way, and the boss's itching to make an example out of her.”
“Have you lost your minds? Don’t you recognize the Bugatti Veyron's plate? That's Romeo's car! Floor it!”
Someone's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, and the white sedans immediately made a U-turn and sped away.
Romeo’s men, however, were quick to draw their guns, pursuing the fleeing vehicles.
One of the white sedans was riddled with bullets, its passengers sent to meet their maker.
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Another white sedan found itself ensnared by three black cars and surrendered in an instant.
Yet another was sent tumbling across the vast, open desert, rolling several times.
Romeo didn't give chase. He opened the door to the silver car and lifted the bloodied girl.
“Where are you hurt?” Romeo was both pained and furious as he cradled her into the Bugatti Veyron and gently placed her in the
passenger seat, his eyes red-rimmed, “Who did this?”
“Just poisoned.” Arabella, not wanting to worry him, managed a weak smile, “Taketo Reflections Villa.”
“We're heading to the hospital first,” Romeo declared, starting the car.
“No need,” Arabella insisted, her insides feeling as if they were being ruthlessly torn apart by an invisible force, clinging to
Romeo's shirt, “I have the antidote there.”
Understanding her, Romeo didn’t forget to command his men to take Edith for treatment before they left.
“Hang in there.”
The Bugatti Veyron roared down the road.
Arabella managed a smile, “Relax, | won't die.”
Seeing her feigning strength, Romeo's heart ached even more.
He gripped her hand tightly, overwhelmed with concern, “I couldn't reach you, knew you and Jack went to the auction, feared for
your safety. | called Jack, learned you were missing, then tracked the surveillance footage and found out you handed over your
phone before getting in the car.”
“So you call this way for me?” Arabella noted his speed was even faster than she had expected.
“Who's behind it?” Romeo glanced at her, asking.
“Yolanda,” Arabella's pale smile emerged, “With Attlee and Olga gone, she’s out for revenge.”
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At that moment, Romeo's phone rang. It was his men calling.
The call automatically connected to the car system, and the voice of his subordinate filled the car.
“Mr. McMillian, we've got the perp. It was that Yolanda from the Murphy family. Orders? Shall we take her out?”
Arabella spoke up, “The full story's still unclear, take her to the precinct for now. When I'm better, I'll settle the score.”
Hearing her voice, the subordinate promptly responded with respect, “Yes, Ms. Bella.”
Romeo, noticing Arabella’s complexion growing paler, sped up to get her back to Reflections Villa.
The entire Collins household was in shock as they saw Bella's blood-soaked clothes.
“Bella, my darling girl.” Louisa was distraught with worry, “What happened?”
She had only been out to dinner with her husband and their future in-laws, only to return to Romeo carrying her daughter into the
living room.
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