The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1717

Chapter 1717

[Right, he went in like two minutes ago. Didn’t you catch that?]

Horace handed his phone to Arabella, who stood up to leave the bustling pub. Horace scrambled to

keep pace with her swift strides.

The second floor was a lively bar, but the floors above were a maze of private party rooms.

As they left the raucous atmosphere of the bar, Horace’s ears finally got some relief. He quickly asked

Arabella, “Do you reckon he might have slipped into one of the private rooms?”

With so many rooms to search through, it could take forever.

And they risked tipping him off.

“Let’s head up and see,” Arabella said, opting for the fire escape instead of the elevator.

As she pushed open the door to the stairwell, they heard a clatter from above – something, or

someone, had taken a tumble.

They trod lightly and intended to creep upward, when they heard a hoarse cry for help echo down the

staircase.

Arabella hastened her steps, with Horace panting behind; the gap between them widened – she was

just too fast.

It didn’t take long before they reached the sixth floor.

In the hallway, they found a man with a buzz cut and a menacing stare clutching a rope tightly around

the neck of someone they called "Viper." Two others, one in black and the other in gray, held down

Viper’s limbs, preventing any struggle.

Arabella delivered a swift kick, and with the rope loosened, Viper gasped for air, his face flushed

crimson from the near-strangulation.

“Who the hell are you?” the buzz-cut man demanded, eyeing Arabella with clear hostility.

The others, sensing a threat, glared at Arabella with murderous intent.

“Hold up, Boss,” Horace called as he finally made it up, but the man in black was already dialing for

backup. “We got trouble!”

Meanwhile, Viper tried to make an escape through a window, but Arabella yanked him back into the

fray.

Buzz-cut lunged to grab her, but before Horace could even step in to assist, the stairwell door burst

open and reinforcements flooded in.

Outnumbered, Viper made a break for the rooftop; Horace wanted to give chase, but seeing Arabella

taking on so many alone, he had no choice but to step in and help.

“Go after him, don’t worry about me,” Arabella grunted, kicking one man clean off his feet and

sweeping another into the crowd. She used the railing to deliver a few well-aimed kicks, then pulled

Horace behind her, urging him to go up.

Horace had no option but to pursue Viper.

As others tried to follow onto the rooftop, Arabella knocked them down one by one, guarding the

staircase and blocking their path.

Some realized they were no match for Arabella and quietly retreated, opting for another staircase to the

roof.

There were two staircases to the rooftop – one at the corridor's beginning, the other at its end.

Viper reached the rooftop and ran to another staircase for escape, only to be tripped up by another

group that had arrived. Horace dashed into the fray, trading blows with the newcomers.

With the crowd against him growing, Viper made a desperate move to the edge of the roof, ready to

jump.

“Don’t do it! I’m not like them.” Horace tried to get to him, but the encircling foes were too many. Before

he could break free, Viper had leapt from the edge.

“Hey—” Horace dropped a few more attackers and rushed to the edge, only to see that Viper had

landed on a balcony of the sixth-floor private room. Not missing a beat, Viper scaled the railing and

jumped to another balcony one floor below.

Horace had no choice but to follow suit, tracing Viper’s path.

The rest, unwilling to be outdone, also followed suit and leaped onto the balconies in pursuit.

As Viper landed on the fourth-floor balcony, he felt the pain from his wounds became unbearable – he

had been stabbed twice, and blood had soaked through his pants, now dripping onto the ground.