The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1764

Bank employees had approached Arabella, marveling that a stash of ten million in the bank could yield an annual interest of over

three hundred thousand dollars.

But Arabella couldn't keep her cash idle; she poured most of it into research and shared a fair chunk with her crew as a perk.

After ending the call, Arabella handed the phone back to Romeo with a playful smirk, "Someone trying to buyoff?"

"It's more of a reward," Romeo was quick to correct her, "The guys have been through thick and thin with you. They deserve a little

something."

"Think I don't spoil them enough?"

"Of course not," Romeo's survival instincts kicked in, "I just hate to see you spend. Save your earnings for yourself. Letcover

the expenses. | need to earn more for a better life for you."

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Arabella couldn't help but chuckle, and they shared a warm, knowing smile.

At Reflections Villa, Louisa woke up and headed to the living room. The coffee table was brand new, no shattered glass on the floor,

and the tear-streaked figure was gone. Everything was spick and span, the help had even placed fresh flowers around, and a subtle

floral scent lingered in the air.

Everything seemed perfect, yet Louisa felt an emptiness inside, a sense of thaving moved on without her.

Kenneth cdownstairs too, his mood as somber as hers.

"I talked with Bard for a long tlast night, took smeds, and somehow fell into a deep sleep. | wasn't there for you, and

that's on me."

Although Kenneth was heartbroken and furious, he prioritized comforting his wife, wrapping his arms around her, "We thought

having two daughters would liven up the place. Now that one has shown her true colors, it's better she's gone. Let's just say we fed

a thankless dog."

Louisa nodded, her spirits low.

"Our folks will be here soon. Let's get ready to welcthem."

"Alright."

As Louisa was about to follow him, a servant appeared, quivering with fear.

"Sir, Ma'am."

She really didn't want to cbut had no choice. The person in the basement had been crying all night, her voice hoarse with

despair.

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She couldn't bear it anymore and had to cforward, anxiously saying, "The person in the basement, she has squestions,

and | think | should tell you. Why, when you took the family portrait, did you only take pictures with Ms. Bella and forget about her."

"Why, when David chthat one time, did you secretly give Ms. Bella an unlimited credit card and tell her to hide it from

Serena. | mean, the person in the basement."

"Why didn't you even glance at the foot spa she sent home? You ignored the hints from Martha that it could be used with the

herbal packs from Ms. Bella. You only used the gifts from Ms. Bella, not hers."

"And the expensive skincare she bought for you with her prize money, why did you dismiss it, using it merely as hand cream until

Martha reminded you tand again to barely use the gifts she sent."

"What's this about Martha reminding us? What did Martha ever remind us of?" Louisa's anger flared, but then she had a revelation.

So, this was how things between them and that ungrateful girl had deteriorated, amplified by Martha's behind-the-scenes

meddling.

Was that old witch really tarnishing their image behind their backs?