The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode novel Chapter 1344

Chapter 1344

Standing by Rose's side were her three friends, poised and ready to show Arabella what they were made of.

"I've got three friends here," Rose boasted with a proud tilt of her head. "One's a black belt in Taekwondo, another's a champ in kickboxing, and the last one's an MMA fighter."

“And what?" Arabella’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "You think you're some kind of saint, expecting people to bow and scrape? If you're going to throw down, just get on with it. Why all the big talk?"

Rose was taken aback by Arabella's brazenness. "Novia, Polly, Antonia, let's show her some manners!"

The trio, with their fancy but ineffective moves, were swiftly laid out on the ground by Arabella, whimpering in pain.

Rose couldn't believe her eyes.

Just yesterday, when she got her butt kicked, she thought Arabella was just some amateur with a few tricks up her sleeve. She had no idea Arabella was this formidable.

“Novia, aren't you a Taekwondo black belt?” Rose stammered, backing away as Arabella advanced. "Polly, didn't you beat up your own instructor? And Antonia, haven't you won some fighting competitions?"

"Rose, you'd better run.” Novia groaned from the ground, unable to get up. "Didn't you see? Even if the Dawnstar boxing champ showed up, they wouldn't stand a chance against her."

Hearing this, Rose was dumbfounded.

She had suspected Arabella was strong, but not to this extent.

Antonia and Polly couldn't believe it either. They had walked into a death trap set up by their dear friend Rose.

As soon as Arabella had thrown her first punch, they knew they were outclassed.

Why had Rose thought their half-baked skills could make even a dent in Arabella?

And the expectation to make Arabella bow down to them?

"So?" Eunice was puzzled.

"I knocked out two bodyguards. They're in there," Arabella admitted, nodding. One was in the bathroom, whose uniform she had donned to blend in. The other was by the study door.

Eunice didn't expect her niece to be so fierce and immediately stepped forward to intercept.

Arlen, accompanied by Calvin and Bess, was about to ascend the staircase when Eunice's voice rang out.

“Arlen, I need a word with you."

Arlen turned, his face the picture of benevolence. "Ah, Eunice, what is it? Can it wait? I need to change my clothes."

But as Arlen confirmed his intention to head to his room, Eunice blurted out, "It's about Alexander."

Not just Arlen, but also Calvin and Bess’ eyes flickered with a shadow of something dark and indecipherable.