The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2073

"Go on. I've got this," Arabella said, her voice steady as a rock and her expression unflappable.

The lead investigator and the stenographer exchanged worried glances. "Ms. Bella, just be careful, okay? We're right outside if you

need us," they cautioned.

Arabella nodded in affirmation.

Once the two had left the room, Yolanda glared at Arabella with eyes blazing with hatred, as if she wished she could strike her dead

right there and then.

"Don't say | never gave you a chance," Arabella suddenly declared, producing a small folding knife from her jacket and tossing it

before Yolanda. "I won't fight back. You've got three minutes."

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Yolanda eyed the knife on the ground, her mind racing with doubts about whether this was ssort of trap Arabella had set.

"You wanna kill me, right?" Arabella taunted with a disinterested tone. "Here's your shot."

Yolanda wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by. She was already locked up, and her charges were heavy enough to put her on

death row.

So, trap or not, she lunged for the knife, flipped it open, and thrust it at Arabella.

Arabella coolly started the stopwatchon her phone.

Blinded by rage, Yolanda attacked with all her might, but Arabella effortlessly dodged every attempt.

Not once in those three minutes did Yolanda manage to so much as nick Arabella's clothing, let alone harm a single hair on her

head.

On the contrary, Arabella watched Yolanda's self-doubt grow, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and said calmly, "Do you know

why | gave you this chance? To show you that even though | was unarmed and standing still, you can't hurt me. You're not, nor will

you ever be, in my league."

Enraged, Yolanda felt the previous wound on her leg, inflicted by Arabella, reopening due to her frenetic movements. The bandage

was soaked with fresh blood, and the pain made her forehead sweat profusely.

"If you hadn't slashed my hand and wounded my leg, it might have been a different story!" Yolanda spat back defiantly. "Stand still

if you dare!"

Arabella asked indifferently, "Do you know where I've just cfrom? Your foster mother, Yvonne, died five days ago. I've just

seen her body."

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Yolanda's expression flickered with panic before she quickly composed herself.

"You don't seem surprised," Arabella continued. "Five days ago was the sday your biological parents were executed, the day

you went to collect their ashes."

Yolanda's eyes, red with fury, bore into Arabella.

Just the thought of her biological parents being killed by Arabella's hand made her want to flay Arabella's skin and tear off her

face!

"My guess is, on that day, you decided to kill me, but your foster mother found out. She tried to stop you, and in the heat of the

argument, you killed her."

When Arabella said her deduction, Yolanda's gaze darted away, her unease betraying her. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

she muttered.

Her discomfort only solidified Arabella's suspicions.