The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1886

"Alright then, I'll just cut to the chase. You're stunning, you know? I caught a glimpse of you from afar,

and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I'd like to get to know you, be friends."

The stranger paused and glanced at Arabella's phone, "Are you FaceTiming your boyfriend? It's

vacation time back home and he's still working. Must be some tough gig. If you're willing to take the

time to get to know me, maybe even date me, I could offer your boyfriend a job at my company."

"You want my fiancé to work for you?" Arabella's lips curled into a half-smile, "Can you afford him?"

Fiancé?

Afford him?

The man chuckled, "Let me introduce myself."

Raising his voice so the man on the other end of the call could hear, he said, "My name's Joshua Flair,

ever heard of the Flair Group? We've got forty-two branches across six countries. I'm the only son. I'll

inherit it all one day. Not just one fiancé of yours, but a hundred, a thousand—I could hire them all. But Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

it all depends on whether his skills and talent are worth the salary I'd offer. Of course, for your sake, I

wouldn't mind being a little generous, consider it a favor."

Arabella smiled, turning to the person in the video, "Hear that? Someone's trying to poach you, wants

you to work for him."

"I'd like to see who this guy is."

Arabella flipped the phone screen around, and Joshua was stunned to see the face of Romeo on the

other end!

His mind reeled.

Had he seen wrong?

How could this guy look so much like Romeo?

How could this girl possibly know someone like Romeo, a high-flier in the stratosphere of society?

She had just said Romeo was her fiancé?

Joshua was dumbstruck.

"Mr. McMillian, there are two urgent documents that require your signature." Carl knocked and entered,

placing the files in front of Romeo.

Mr. McMillian??

Really Romeo?

Joshua's knees began to tremble.

Arabella's lips curled up, "I wonder how much the Flair Group would be willing to pay for the skills and

talents of my fiancé."

"Joshua?" Romeo's voice was mocking and disdainful, as if he were looking down on an insignificant

ant.

"No, no, we can't afford. Sir, Mr. McMillian, I had no idea it was you. I apologize for the offense! I've

intruded!" Joshua immediately bowed in apology, then turned to Arabella, bowing with each word he

spoke, "I'm sorry for my blindness and presumption. Excuse me, I'm so sorry."

As he turned to leave, Arabella drawled, "Did my fiancé say you could go?"

"I must say, you've got good taste." Romeo's teasing voice made Joshua's legs shake even more

violently.

In terms of looks, height, presence, he couldn't hold a candle to Romeo.

As for wealth, he didn't even come close to a fraction of what Romeo had.

Yet there he was, flirting with Romeo's fiancée right in front of him.

"Mr. McMillian, it's all my fault, please give me a chance to make amends." Joshua continued his

apologies.

"What's going on?" Sean, from a distance, quickened his pace toward them.

"Sean." Arabella rose from her lounge chair, her smile serene, "Is this your friend?"

Sean glanced at Joshua, "What's up, has he been bothering you?"