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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1295
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Chapter 1295 He had thought they would honor their promise.

But, seeing therm hell-bent on wiping him out, he took to his heels in a frenzy.

Finally, having nowhere else to run, he sought refuge in the unlikeliest place, this intricate little town. But, not even a month in, they had found him again.

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“I'm not with the Mafia Rock,” Arabella finally confessed. "I just want to know why you deceived my grandpa. If you spill what you know, | can spare your life." At this, Cornell's shock gave way to panic.

So, these two weren't with the Mafia Rock. He was done for.

“Tell what | know? That'd be signing my death warrant. | know all too well how ruthless they can be. You might as well killnow than havespill!" Either way, if the other side found out, he was a goner.

Gordon was at a loss when this stubborn mule refused to talk. Then, Arabella cut in with her icy tone.

“Speak up, and | can keep you alive. If you don't, I'll use you as bait to lure them out. They're after you, their bait, and will definitely show themselves. Then, nabbing any one of them would give us the truth. It's just a matter of time." This made sense to Cornell.

Gordon hadn't expected Arabella's sharp wit, threatening him into compliance.

"You know their methods. What would happen to you if they knew you've sung like a canary, | needn't say.

Whether you want to live or not, that's up to you." Cornell hadn't imagined this young lass could be so ruthless.

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"What good does my death do you?" Cornell asked, unwilling to give in.

“I'm not known for my patience. I'll count to three. If you refuse, then you really won't have any way out." Arabella said, her face expressionless. "One, two." Caught off guard by her quick counting, Cornell blurted out at “three,” "I can tell you, but how can you guarantee my safety?" "If the ones after my grandpa are them, not you, I'll settle the score with them. And if they're gone, who's left to threaten you?" "Your word means nothing. How do | know you're capable?" It wasn't that Cornell didn't believe her, but she was too young, as was the boy by her side.

They were going to take down the other side, just the two of them? Impossible! "Your only choice is to believe." And if he didn't, what then? Biting the bullet, Cornell finally said, “Alright, I'll take your word for it, just this once." He spilled all he knew, not for any other reason, but because he was done fleeing.

He wanted to live his life in the daylight, free and honest.

He would no longer be threatened by anyone or anything.