The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 2170

At that moment, the senior shareholder stepped forward. “Your wedding is the day after tomorrow, and I'll be there on time with my family. | wish you and Romeo all the harmony of a perfect duet, and a lifetime of happiness.”

“Thank you,” Arabella said, knowing full well that his heartfelt blessing was not easily earned. “About the things before.” Before the old shareholder could finish, Arabella cut in with a laugh, “I’ve long since forgotten about it.”

“Ha-ha-ha-ha.” The old man hadn’t expected this young woman to be not only magnanimous but also quite sharp. He thought to himself that Alberto had made the right choice after all.

“Then you better head home and get ready; you are not allowed to come to the corporation in the next two days,” the old shareholder declared with authority. “If you dare show up, I'll personally block you at the door.”

Arabella knew he meant every word. “Thanks,” Arabella said with a smile. “then I'll leave these two days in your hands.” After leaving the corporate headquarters, Romeo's car was already waiting outside.

No sooner had Arabella got into the car than he pulled her onto his lap, showering her with kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing and looking at him, “Are you that eager?”

“You just look so enticing right now,” Romeo said, eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. “You’ve changed a lot in the past two years.”

“Have |?”

“Yes.” He found the sparkle in her eyes especially enchanting, her allure growing by the day, and he leaned in for another deep kiss.

Just then, her phone rang.

Romeo, craving her like a hungry wolf, simply refused to stop no matter what.

Carl, sitting in the front, couldn’t bear to look, wondering what sins he had committed to endure such torment every day. By the time Arabella managed to push Romeo away, the phone had stopped ringing.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Romeo attempted to continue, but Arabella pushed against his chest with one hand, keeping him at bay, while she grabbed her phone with the other. It was Molly calling.

“Bella must still be busy. Take a photo for me; I'll send it to her.” At that moment, Molly held her judge’s badge in hand with a radiant smile.

“Let's take one together,” Hans suggested, pulling her close. Both of them were judges at the international design competition this year.

Molly looked beamingly at the camera, while Hans' eyes shone with a tender light.

After sending the photo, Hans slid his arm around her waist, “Let’s head home.” “Mr. Collins!” Many fellow judges and staff came over, extending their congratulations on the couple’s upcoming nuptials. Molly responded with a smile, “Thank you, everyone. Make sure you come to our wedding!”

Hans' gaze never left her. She had become more outgoing, always smiling. In crowded places, he was protective, ensuring no one jostled her.

This gesture was captured and spread online.

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Hans leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, “Sit tight, little one.”

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