The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1884

"Thanks." Sean punched the contacts into his phone with practiced ease before looking up. "Guess

we'll skip the afternoon coffee. Arabella and I have some errands to run. Let's head out."

As much as Leia didn't want to see Sean leave, she didn't press the issue, her smile gracious and

understanding. "Well, we can always have tea some other time. Let me walk you out."

"No need," Sean and Arabella both chimed in unison.

"You stay and try on the rest of the outfits. Once the other styles are ready, I'll drop them off." Arabella

knew Leia came from an influential family and wasn't supposed to escort them out of the mansion.

She had already bent the rules last time; Arabella didn't want to put her in an awkward position again.

"When are you coming next? Just give me a shout, and I'll drive you over," Sean said casually, but his

words warmed Leia's heart, the thought of Sean returning was like a blossoming flower in her mind.

"Then I won't hold you up any longer. Safe travels," Leia said as they parted.

"Thanks for the snacks and coffee," Sean said, setting down his mug and tugging at his sister's sleeve

to leave the sitting room.

Leia watched their retreating figures, lost in thought.

Her bodyguard whispered, "I never guessed he was Miss Arabella's real brother. They're so different."

"Really?" Leia's smile was as captivating as ever, her gaze still following them. "I think they're quite

similar. They might seem all cool and distant, but deep down, they're warm-hearted."

Truth be told, she envied Arabella for having such a caring brother. Leia's eyes dimmed briefly with her

own thoughts before brightening again.

Once they left the mansion, Sean drove his sports car with Arabella to check out the resort he owned.

The resort was expansive, a hit with the elite from the day it opened. Its convenient location,

surrounded by natural beauty, boasted ten top-tier golf courses, up-close wildlife encounters, falconry,

off-road racing, horseback riding, stargazing, and more.

The resort manager personally took them on a tour in a golf cart. When they stopped, Sean stepped

out and said to his sister, "From now on, this place is yours."

He held out his hand, and the manager presented the contract with a pen at the ready.

Sean penned his name on the deed with a flourish and handed it to Arabella.

"Miss Arabella, from now on, just let me know what you need," the manager said, bowing with a

respectful grin.

Arabella was puzzled. Why was Sean suddenly gifting her such a grand resort? There were the bank

card and the collectibles before.

"I've been wanting to give this to you for a while. I thought bring you by when I had the chance, and

today seemed perfect. Why wait for the right day when today's just as good?" Sean grinned. "You'll

have to take care of it now, Bella." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Arabella knew with the resort in her name, she'd have to swing by now and then. Sean was just finding

ways to see her more often, and with a place like this, the monthly profits had to be substantial. He was

clearly finding ways to boost her income.

"This resort is part of a chain. There are twenty-four of them in Belloria, all in your name now," the

manager revealed, taking Arabella by surprise.

Twenty-four? That many?

"This is one of the most profitable ventures under my name."

It was a well-oiled machine, no need for her to fuss over it. This was Sean's way of giving her a

financial leg up while also finding more excuses to meet up.

"Thanks, Sean," Arabella said, taking the contract with a grateful smile.

Sean ruffled her hair affectionately. "Silly girl, no need for formalities with your own brother."