The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2061

Yolanda couldn't believe her eyes. The once haughty and aloof Arabella was actually spitting blood, a

mix of shock and glee flickered in her gaze.

"The guy didn't lie to me, the poison in this drug is potent indeed." Yolanda watched Arabella with a

twisted joy, asking expectantly, "Are you feeling like your insides are being ripped apart, like you can't

hold on any longer? Don't worry, I won't let you off the hook that easily. This agony is going to torture

you for three hours. After that, you'll die a gruesome death, bleeding from every orifice. In the

meantime, I'll savor the sight of your impending demise, writhing in pain."

Arabella felt the poison coursing through her organs.

"Do you know why it's three hours?" Yolanda taunted, "As much as I'd love to watch you suffer longer,

what if Romeo and his gang come to your rescue? So, three hours should suffice!"

It was the perfect plan to torment Arabella and yet prevent any heroics from Romeo.

Despite Arabella's expertise in pharmacology, always taking antidotes before starting a mission, those

days were gone.

Her body wasn't truly invincible against all poisons.

At that moment, she felt an excruciating pain tearing through her, yet aside from a pale complexion, her

expression remained as indifferent as ever.

"Now that I'm like this, can my friends go?" Arabella managed, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

Yolanda was ecstatic, "I've no real interest in your two buddies, but the one above has to stay. Who

knows if you'll try something sneaky."

"Fine." To Arabella, saving even one was a victory, "I just want a moment to say goodbye to my

friends."

Her voice was clearly weakening.

"You think you can still trick me?" Yolanda was instantly on guard.

"Do you really fear me that much, to still be wary when I'm like this?" Arabella's lips curled into a pale

smile.

"Who says I'm afraid of you?" Yolanda was far from scared, signaling her henchman with a glance.

The henchman quickly untied Joyce and Mya, removed the gags from their mouths, and pushed them

toward Arabella.

A knife was still lodged in Mya's thigh, and the shove made her stumble forward. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Joyce caught her before she fell.

They looked a mess, tears streaming as they turned to Arabella.

"Bella, are you hurting bad?" Joyce, tears in her eyes, wiped the blood from Arabella's mouth, "It's our

fault you're in this mess."

"Arabella," Yolanda taunted, tapping her face and neck with the flat of her blade, "where should I start?

Not the neck, that would end you too quickly, and where's the fun in that? Maybe your face, disfigure

you a bit. When Romeo finds you like this, he probably wouldn't even want to claim your body." Read at

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"If you're going to strike, just do it. Haven't you heard? Villains die from talking too much."

With her friends gone, Arabella had no more concerns. Edith was still hanging above, safe from harm

for the moment.

What Arabella was waiting for was for Yolanda to make her move.