NovelEnglishWhen Arabella left the hospital, she handed the island sale agreement Sean had signed straight to Horace without even glancing at
it.
The nof the other party meant nothing to her.
"What's up?" Arabella cut to the chase.
"I've sent sguys to the island to clear out the weeds and stuff, but there are splants my crew can't identify. | can't tell if
they're weeds or herbs either. I've taken pictures and sent them to your email."
"I'll check it out in a bit."
"Also, we've calculated the area planted with herbs and that yet to be planted, and also figured out the sunlight exposure, soil
composition, air humidity, and overall weather patterns. I've made spreadsheets of all these data and sent them to you."
Arabella was surprised by his efficiency. "Good work," she said with a tinge of appreciation.
"It's no trouble at all. Working with you these past days has been invigorating—I'm doing what | love. Plus, I've been in touch with
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"I'll give him a timeline soon."
"There's something else." Horace continued with another update. "Just as what you predicted, the surveillance cameras near the
auction house on the night of Sam's death were tampered with to different degrees. They need your touch to be restored. I've sent
the files to your email."
"Alright, I'll handle it now."
After ending the call, Arabella pulled out her laptop and told Romeo, "I've got swork to do; you take a break."
Romeo placed an assortment of snacks in front of her, watching her slender fingers flying over the keyboard, typing a rapid
succession of characters.
"Restoring surveillance? Letdo it." Romeo offered, "Have a bite and rest."
Arabella recalled the last tthey teamed up to crack Carol's computer firewall. Romeo's hacking skills were beyond question.
She handed him the laptop without hesitation.
Romeo took the laptop, settled on the couch to retrieve the data, while massaging her feet rested on his lap occasionally. His gaze
was locked on the screen as his fingers danced on the keyboard.
Arabella lounged on the couch, with her legs casually draped over his, and nibbled snacks from the bag, while passing him a piece
from tto time.
With this, Romeo's motivation soared. In no time, he had the surveillance restored and awaited her praise.
"Quick work."
"With my fiancée watching, I've got to show off a bit."
Romeo enjoyed the snack she handed him, with a look of contentment on his face.
Arabella forwarded the surveillance to Horace, who nearly dropped his face mask in shock.
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"Boss, you're way too fast. | was just doing a face mask, and I'm not even done yet."
"What's a big guy like you doing with a face mask??" Arabella teased in her message.
"Men need skincare too. Hold on, I'll call you back."
Horace continued his skincare routine while digging into the mystery of the black car and the person who shot Sam.
Arabella knew that the results would csoon, so she discussed with Romeo, "I might need to step out tonight or tomorrow for
sbusiness. I'll have people with me; it's not dangerous. You wait forat the hotel."
"Can | trust your people?"
"They're loyal."
"Then callif you need help."
In Belloria, he had a network of influence hidden in the shadows, known to almost no one.
When necessary, they could quietly work for her and give her the extra push she needs.
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