The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2073

"Go on. I've got this," Arabella said, her voice steady as a rock and her expression unflappable.

The lead investigator and the stenographer exchanged worried glances. "Ms. Bella, just be careful,

okay? We're right outside if you need us," they cautioned.

Arabella nodded in affirmation. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Once the two had left the room, Yolanda glared at Arabella with eyes blazing with hatred, as if she

wished she could strike her dead right there and then.

"Don't say I never gave you a chance," Arabella suddenly declared, producing a small folding knife

from her jacket and tossing it before Yolanda. "I won't fight back. You've got three minutes."

Yolanda eyed the knife on the ground, her mind racing with doubts about whether this was some sort of

trap Arabella had set.

"You wanna kill me, right?" Arabella taunted with a disinterested tone. "Here's your shot."

Yolanda wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by. She was already locked up, and her charges were

heavy enough to put her on death row.

So, trap or not, she lunged for the knife, flipped it open, and thrust it at Arabella.

Arabella coolly started the stopwatch app on her phone.

Blinded by rage, Yolanda attacked with all her might, but Arabella effortlessly dodged every attempt.

Not once in those three minutes did Yolanda manage to so much as nick Arabella's clothing, let alone

harm a single hair on her head.

On the contrary, Arabella watched Yolanda's self-doubt grow, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and

said calmly, "Do you know why I gave you this chance? To show you that even though I was unarmed

and standing still, you can't hurt me. You're not, nor will you ever be, in my league."

Enraged, Yolanda felt the previous wound on her leg, inflicted by Arabella, reopening due to her

frenetic movements. The bandage was soaked with fresh blood, and the pain made her forehead sweat

profusely.

"If you hadn't slashed my hand and wounded my leg, it might have been a different story!" Yolanda spat

back defiantly. "Stand still if you dare!"

Arabella asked indifferently, "Do you know where I've just come from? Your foster mother, Yvonne, died

five days ago. I've just seen her body."

Yolanda's expression flickered with panic before she quickly composed herself.

Yolanda's eyes, red with fury, bore into Arabella.

"My guess is, on that day, you decided to kill me, but your foster mother found out. She tried to stop

you, and in the heat of the argument, you killed her." Content of Draмąոovels.com

Her discomfort only solidified Arabella's suspicions.