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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1309
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Chapter 1309

Eunice couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt a wave of relief when Arabella's slender fingers rested on her wrist, checking

her pulse. She let out a chuckle, "Well? What do you think?"

Arabella was taken aback, not expecting her aunt to be in such great shape.

“It seems you have been living the high life."

“Of course, | can't just sit around waiting to wither away. I'm convinced their schemes will unravel eventually, just like a secret too

big to keep. Until then, my job is to stay radiant and collect their misdeeds, turning their allies to my side."

Arabella had to admire her aunt's savvy. Eunice was a woman who knew how to adapt, to protect herself, and had plenty of smarts.

Eunice was truly the perfect match for Bard. They were like a power couple straight out of a superhero movie.

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"See you in a bit.” Eunice flashed Arabella a knowing smile before gracefully ascending the staircase.

For sreason, spending twith Aunt Eunice felt like a breath of fresh spring air. It was invigorating and refreshing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

Serena had been racking her brain and decided she couldn't just sit back and do nothing. So, she went to find Louisa and cooed,

"Mom, Martin's been tied up with a big deal in Dawnstar, hasn't been hin ages. He's been askingto visit, and | was

thinking, maybe | should go, check in on Grandpa and Aunt Eunice too."

She wrapped her arms around Louisa’'s, playing the doting daughter, "I heard Aunt Eunice's back, and | can only imagine how

much she's been through. There are things she might not feel comfortable telling Uncle Bard. If | go, she'd have someone else to

confide in"

Perhaps fearing Louisa's refusal, Serena added while swinging her mom's hand gently, "Please, letgo.

Grandpa adored me, and Aunt Eunice was always so kind. It just doesn't sit right with me, staying here doing nothing."

Louisa chuckled helplessly, “I think you're just missing Martin and itching to see him. Alright, alright, you can go.

| won't stop you. But how will you travel? Will you take the family jet or a commercial flight?"

Seeing her mother finally agree, Serena beamed with joy, "Martin said he'd send a plane for me."

"Martin's so good to you, darling. I'm glad. I'll rest easy knowing you're with him,” Louisa said with satisfaction.

"Invite him over when he's less busy. We should get to know him better."

Serena thought cynically, "Hmph, she probably wants to set up a scene where Romeo outshines Martin, to give her biological

daughter a boost and leave me, the adoptive one, embarrassed."

Although Serena believed she had guessed Louisa's intent and felt uncomfortable, she maintained a sweet demeanor and agreed.

When it was tto leave, Louisa packed a variety of expensive gifts for Serena to take as presents.

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Halfway to the airport, Serena instructed Erik, the driver, to deliver the gifts to Martha instead. Martha would sell them discreetly,

with the proceeds going straight into Serena’s private account.

As for the presents, she planned to have Martin foot the bill for new ones. That way, she'd have extra cash in her account and still

show up with gifts. It was the perfect plan.

Dawnstar's most prestigious Style Plaza was a haven for luxury brands.

Upon landing, Serena headed straight there, wielding Martin's credit card like a queen, splurging on designer bags worth tens of

thousands and jewelry worth even more. If it caught her eye, it was hers.

Martin, in the midst of a meeting, noticed his phone lighting up with notification after notification of Serena's shopping spree. His

eyes softened. She was finally using his card.

After a shopping spree, Serena had the salespeople ship the haul to a domestic address, planning to have Martha secretly sell the

goods in exchange for cold, hard cash.