The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode

Chapter 1686

"What’s more, it’s Sean who tells us to sit, and yet you rejected it. What, are you in charge?" Steward

was suspicious that this girl was provoking dissension, feeling the weight of Sean's icy stare. He was

trembling, not from cold, but from fear. He'd never dare to act like he ran the place. This girl was stirring

the pot, trying to paint him in a bad light.

"If it wasn't for Mr. Bynes speaking up for you last night, you think you could've just walked away scot-

free?" Sean lounged back on the plush sofa, casually stroking a well-behaved cub, his tone

nonchalant.

Mr. Bynes? Who?

When she and Horace had hurriedly left the night before, she did recall seeing a preppy guy who had

spoken up for her at the race track.

Could he be Mr. Bynes? But why would a total stranger stick his neck out for her, not once, but

repeatedly?

"Since you're so keen on that island."

Sean didn't finish his sentence before Arabella cut in bluntly, "It's not that I'm dying to have it."

The room fell silent, confused.

"It's too pricey for my blood."

Sean's smirk grew wider, "Your bank balance isn't my concern. You want the island? Show me you

mean business."

A bodyguard brought over a bottle of fine red wine and two glasses, implying that Arabella should pour

Sean a drink as a gesture of goodwill.

"Our boss is a big deal, how dare you!"

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With a smile, Arabella grabbed the corkscrew and effortlessly uncorked the bottle, releasing a waft of

the rich aroma.

Top-shelf stuff. She poured the wine carefully, letting it cascade down the glass walls, filling it just a

third of the way to let the bouquet develop before adding a bit more.

Picking up the glass, she gently swirled it, allowing the wine to mingle with the oxygen, enhancing the

fragrance.

She placed one glass before Sean and poured herself another. His amusement was evident now.

Impressed that such a young thing knew her way around a bottle of wine. With a vintage like this, a

couple of swirls was all it took - no need for more. This girl knew her wine.

"You drink often?"

"Never."

"Know how much this bottle's worth?"

"Around 300 grand."

Horace's eyes bulged at the mention. 300 grand for wine, just for hosting guests? Talk about living

large.

"But to Sean, this is probably just run-of-the-mill."

Only good enough for guests.

"And you know this how?"

"Even the guest glasses here are worth a fortune. When it comes to wine, you don’t pinch pennies."

Steward was taken aback; the young lady had hit the nail on the head. Sean was indeed a

connoisseur, and not only that, he had a collection of pricey glasses. The wine he usually drank made

this one look like table wine.

Who would've thought the young lady had such refined taste?

"Here's to you," Arabella said, standing before Sean with her glass raised.

"Wait," Sean interjected suddenly.

Arabella paused, only to hear him say, "Switch glasses."

Was he insinuating she might poison him?