The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode

Chapter 1282

"Don't lay a finger on them!" The silver-masked man, fearful of losing his leads, warned with an

intensified tone, "These people are needed by our boss. If you don't want to end up six feet under,

hand them over peacefully"

Jack sneered, "No matter who he is, he'd have to make way for my boss. Your boss is insignificant in

comparison. If my boss is in a good mood, she may spare your boss's life. But if not, the only ones

buried will be you."

The silver-masked man didn't expect such audacity in Dawnstar. He swallowed his anger and asked,

"Who exactly is your boss?"

"Your daddy."

Jack took another swing and ordered his henchmen, "Take them away. I can handle these punks

myself.

Seeing those men being led away, the silver-masked man seethed with rage, "You're asking for it!"

Gordon pulled up to the mansion, "Ms. Bella, it's getting late. You should get some rest."

“Thank you for the ride."

Arabella stepped out of the car, greeted by the security guard at the main entrance, "Ms. Bella."

"Still working at this hour?"

"It's my shift tonight"

Arabella nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Inside the mansion.

A few maids rushed forward as Arabella walked in, "Ms. Bella, dinner is ready. Please come with us"

Arabella hadn't expected them to stay up this late for her, let alone the extravagant spread that her

uncle had ordered.

“If there's anything not to your liking, Ms. Bella, please let us know.’ The man in the chef's uniform

smiled politely, "My name is Arthur"

“You can call me Bowen,’ a plump man grinned warmly.

Arabella smiled back, “Did you two prepare this meal?"

"Yes, we did."

“Please, enjoy."

“Thank you.” Arabella glanced at the clock- half past midnight, "You should go rest now."

"We're not tired."

Both chefs stood by, eager to hear Arabella's feedback.

Arabella picked up a piece of fish but paused just before taking a bite.

Both chefs tensed up.

"Is it not to your liking, Ms. Bella?"

"We can make something else."

Arabella’s eyes softened, "It smells wonderful. It just reminded me of my mother."

The two chefs exhaled in relief, having feared Arabella didn't like it.

They saw Arabella eat the meat, veggies, soup, and even finish the spaghetti.

“Everything is perfect. There's nothing to improve.” Arabella wiped her lips with a napkin, grabbed her

bag and said, “I'll leave the cleaning to you."

"Not a problem, Ms. Bella. Get some rest."

"Yes, goodnight."

"Goodnight""

As Arabella ascended the stairs, she suddenly steadied herself on the railing, pausing for a moment

before she continued upstairs.

At 1:30 am, the light in Arabella’s room went out.