The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode

Chapter 1640

The crowd roared with excitement as Horace squeezed his way to the edge and glanced back. The

fighter was down, and he knew the boss had roughed it out in that cruel region before, able to handle

these backstreet brawlers with ease.

“Boss, I swear I'll come back for you!” Horace led them away first.

Arabella, now free from worries, floored the fighter and swiftly locked the cage door behind her as she

made her exit.

A gunshot suddenly echoed through the arena. A lot of audience realized till then danger had

descended and scrambled to the sides.

Zebulon, flanked by a slew of henchmen, had Arabella cornered. “You think you can wreck my joint?”

Arabella, facing the armed crowd, her eyes turning icy, retorted, “What, I need to write you a permission

slip?”

“You’re in over your head!” With a wave of Zebulon's hand, his goons opened fire.

Arabella quickly subdued one of them, using the man as a human shield and seizing his weapon to

return fire.

In the VIP room.

Steward reported with guilt, “Mr. Collins, Sam slipped away in the chaos, and I lost sight of Felix too.

It’s that girl’s fault.”

As he spoke, his gaze fell to the lone girl below. Her movements were lightning-fast, and Zebulon's

dozens of men couldn’t lay a finger on her.

Felix loved the thrill of the fight, so Sean had deliberately jacked up the price to a cool million bucks to

lure him out.

And sure enough, when Sam reported his arrival, that girl had dashed to rescue the kid in the cage,

and her crew had managed to snatch the kid's mother too. Perhaps sensing danger, he had vanished

in the chaos, and Sam had fled also.

Damn her! Why play hero? Why stir up trouble? Couldn't she just stay home, hit the books?

Once Felix showed, and they snagged him, they would've surely sent someone for the kid. They

weren't heartless! It was just a matter of moments.

Why did that girl have to meddle?

Steward had been on this lead for ages, and to think it would be botched today, and by a meddling

schoolgirl, no less.

Sean eyed the agile girl on the ground floor, her aura defiant and cold, “Catch her, throw her to the

mountain.”

In the arena.

Zebulon, seeing his men strewn about in pain, only a few left circling Arabella, stepped back fearfully,

“Who the hell are you?”

The girl wore a black mask, her face unseen, but her youthful clear eyes suggested she was just a

teenager. So young, yet with such skill and bravery, she had not only taken down a 300-pound muscle-

bound fighter but also left his men groveling on the ground.

At that moment, Steward arrived with reinforcements.

Zebulon, seeing them, as if spotting his salvation, “It's this girl. She’s ruined Sean’s fun. Steward, get

her!”

Sean?

Arabella's gaze lifted towards the VIP room. Silhouetted against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, a

lean figure stood watching the melee below.

“This one’s for Sean to handle.”