The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode

Chapter 1634

Arabella stepped off the plane, immediately feeling her mother's warm concern through a text

message. After sending a quick reply, she looked up and saw her right-hand man, Horace, waiting to

pick her up.

"Boss," Horace couldn't help but notice something different about Arabella the moment he laid eyes on

her. It wasn't just her change in fashion; her usual icy aura had thawed, replaced by a lively sparkle in

her eyes and an air of refined grace. She was breathtaking.

Horace, who rarely got the chance to be in her presence, couldn't suppress his goofy innocent smile.

He had always envied Jack and Jones for sticking close to the boss, facing danger by her side, while

he was often dispatched elsewhere. He learned things related to the boss from other buddies of his,

and had only recently heard the gossip about her love life.

Once in the car, Horace reported the situation, "Boss, we still haven't secured Els Island. There's this

guy, Sean. Without his say-so, we can't make a move."

Els Island boasted a unique climate and pristine environment, perfect for cultivating delicate herbs,

including some rare varieties that were crucial for Arabella's research.

Take hairyvein agrimony, for instance. Previously, Arabella needed a concoction of over a dozen herbs

to replicate 80% of its effects. But on Els Island, hairyvein agrimony was abundant, mistaken for a

common weed due to its unassuming appearance.

Arabella had hoped to acquire the island at a modest price, letting its natural herbs flourish while

introducing other sensitive plants for her research.

"What's Sean's deal?" Arabella inquired with detached curiosity.

Horace had no clue, "Only know he's a big shot here. Everyone speaks of him with reverence. He's a

mystery, rarely seen, and Els Island is in his grip. His men have jerked us around; we've been

outplayed at every turn and haven't secured the deal."

The island was a treasure trove of botanical potential for Arabella, both for the inherent value of the

herbs and the research opportunities they presented.

"Negotiate again, and be prepared to raise the offer."

"Understood."

As Horace drove, he glanced at the rearview mirror before adding, "Oh, and boss, the seller agreed to

part with the medicine you want, but insists you pick it up personally."

"Time and place?"

"Tonight, eleven o'clock, at the Demon Ring, room 11."

Arabella nodded, "I'll go alone tonight. You don't need to be involved."

"Boss, let me come with you," Horace's protective instincts kicked in. If there was a chance to stand by

her, he wouldn't miss it for the world.

After a bit of persistent coaxing, Arabella relented, "Fine, but you follow my lead."

"No problem."

Horace dropped her off at the hotel, insisting on carrying her backpack to the door of the presidential

suite. Only after seeing her safely inside did he leave with a silly satisfied grin, "I'll pick you up later,

boss."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, the dimly lit basement reeked of blood.

A man hung suspended, his body battered and lacerated. His captors, breathless from exertion, had

yet to extract any useful information.

"Mr. Collins, he's still not talking," one of the underlings confessed, out of options. They had tried both

beating and threats to no avail.

A man with a dangerously charming demeanor lounged in a chair, his lips curling into a merciless

smile. He peered through the bars at the wounded man, idly playing with a snake in his hands, and

said indifferently, "Then there's no longer necessary for him to live."

The green python hissed, its tongue flickering as it glared menacingly at the injured captive. A rare

mutation, impossible to mass-produce, one had to gamble on numerous snake eggs and raise them to

maturity before knowing if they had this particular variant. Due to the rarity and high cost of nurturing,

such a python could fetch around 300 thousand dollars.