The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 23

Arabella held her phone close to her ear, catching the deep, magnetic voice of the man on the other end.

“My grandpa’s run into a bit of trouble. I need your help.”

Arabella was puzzled. Phillip seemed to be doing fine the day before.

What could have gone wrong?

“Where are you right now?” Romeo’s voice was as low and captivating as a cello, “I’ll come to pick you up.”

“Could you head to the Holy Cross Church in the suburbs then?”

The Holy Cross Church was not far from the mansion, and Arabella could reach in a few minutes if she took the shortcuts.

Romeo was taken aback, “Are you in the suburbs?”

“Mmm.”

80s, with no worshippers visiting the weed-infested place. What could

“I need to make a trip

and didn’t ask further,

workflow to be done after the shoot, and

of the Holy

for a photoshoot? She’s incredibly beautiful, and it would be a shame if she

fixed his gaze on the distance, awaiting the appearance of a figure. Suddenly, Carl exclaimed,

sun, turning the church into a picturesque scene. Her flowing

the car and courteously opened the door for her,

a radiant aura, Arabella glanced briefly at the man in the backseat before seating herself next to

Arabella’s presence, replied, “He had some soup that someone

soup from someone

“Yes.”

condition yesterday. Even if he drank soup, it wouldn’t

be something wrong with the soup.

are you?” Carl glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, “You’re still in school,

like a

tone seemed casual, “I just finished my university entrance

Eighteen?