The Princess and the Paupers

Phillip had been waiting, but Arabella was a no–show, and he was feeling peckish.

“Sir.” The butler entered again.

Phillip McMillian perked up instantly, asking with anticipation, “Has Arabella arved?”

Where was she? Why can’t he see her?

He looked outside, only to see the backs of a few bodyguards.

They stood like a wall and through the gaps between them, he could see a crowd waiting outside.

Phillip’s spirits dropped immediately

“Those are some small companies you’ve probably never heard of. They must’ve heard you’re hem resting so they came to pay their respects”

see them!” Phillip was

and he

for lunch with the madam. They’ll come after

the delicious food in front of him and couldn’t help but advise, “Sir, why don’t you eat something first? The young

young folks, nobody knew

out for a meal!” Phillip felt neglected, mumbling to himself, “Left me all

Outside.

heels, was in

here for an hour! It’s lunchtime, and the meal prepared for the Sir is getting cold, can we go in and

Panter, standing next to her, sneered at the food bag in her hand, “Would Mr. Phillip be eating a lunch of

that, she turned to the bodyguards, “Gentlemen, can we go in now? You must’ve heard of the Panter family. Look at these food boxes we’ve

ordered from far exceeded the

took out several envelopes she had prepared and pushed them into the

hope you’ll let us in to see the Sir, Olga said with a smile, she didn’t

bank cards from her bag. “Gentlemen, paper envelopes can’t hold