The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2063

Arabella had Yolanda in a chokehold, the blade of her switchblade glinting ominously close to her

heart. "Did I ask for your opinion?"

Yolanda's airway constricted under Arabella's grip, leaving her voiceless and gasping for air.

With Yolanda as her shield, Arabella started to back away slowly. One of the goons, sharp as a tack,

saw his chance. Arabella's hands were both in front of Yolanda—just one good shot to her hands, and

Yolanda would be free!

With this in mind, he squeezed the trigger, but Arabella was quick. She dodged, and in a vicious move,

slashed Yolanda's arm with the knife. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't test my patience," Arabella warned, her tone icy.

Enraged and in pain, Yolanda lashed out at the gunman. "Can't you shoot straight? You trying to get

me killed?"

The gunman hung his head in shame. He hadn't expected Arabella to react so quickly.

"The woman's in the car," another minion reported.

"The keys," Arabella demanded.

The goon threw the keys to Arabella, who caught them effortlessly. She slammed Yolanda against the

car's hood, the knife sinking into her left thigh—a revenge for Mya.

Yolanda screamed, her body arching in agony.

Arabella hopped into the car. She put it in reverse, peeling back with such force that her henchmen

couldn't get a clear shot at her without risking hitting Yolanda.

It wasn't until Arabella had created a safe distance and swung the car around that Yolanda was flung

from the hood.

The goons rushed to help her up. After all, Yolanda hadn't paid them their final installment yet; they

didn't want her dying on them so soon.

"What are you all waiting for? Get that bitch!" Yolanda screamed, her anger boiling over.

Several minions hopped into their cars and gave chase.

Bullets pelted Arabella's ride.

In the back seat, Edith, barely conscious, forced her eyes open. She saw Arabella wipe a trickle of

blood from her lips, her knuckles white and strained against the steering wheel.

Tears blurred Edith's vision. She felt responsible for Arabella's plight.

Anyone else would've abandoned her to save themselves.

But Arabella hadn't forgotten her. Despite her own wounds, she was still determined to take her maid

with her.

Out on the open wasteland, Arabella's car led the chase, with seven or eight white cars in relentless

pursuit, bullets tagging the body of her car.

A violent cough shook Arabella, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

Pain tore through her nerves and sanity, Arabella's car swerved, slowing from its initial breakneck

speed.

Everyone knew she was on her last legs.

They floored the gas pedal, bullets raining even more furiously onto Arabella's silver car.

Behind the wheel of the Bugatti sat a man of regal coldness. NovelDrama.Org

Was she injured?

Behind her, a pack of white cars was giving chase.