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Chapter 1720

Chapter 1720

Everyone made way as Martha strode up to Arabella with deliberate ease.

She was no longer the former servant in the Collins family's uniform, but rather sported a sleek short

haircut, wearing leather jackets and pants, giving off a bit of a bossy assassin vibe.

A chilly smile played across Martha's lips as she towered over Arabella, her gaze laced with malice.

"Surprised, are you?"

In Arabella's memory, Martha was the epitome of loyalty, a servant who would cry out in pain from a

mere stumble, or weep profusely, begging for forgiveness for any minor transgression.

But the woman before her bore an enormous contrast to the old servant etched in her recollection.

Horace, clueless about this enigmatic older woman's identity, could only sense an underlying vendetta

between her and Arabella.

"So, are all these your guys?" Arabella rose to her feet, a nonchalant smirk curving her lips, seemingly

unfazed by the looming threat, and asked casually, "Who are you working for?"

"Do you think you're entitled to that information? All you need to know is that now you're in my clutches,

and I'll make you beg for mercy and crave death!" Martha's laughter echoed like a specter from hell,

chilling to the bone in the dead of night.

Around them, more than twenty cars formed a tight circle, completely trapping Arabella and Horace

within.

Martha has over a hundred henchmen, all armed and aimed at them. Any slight move from them and

they'd be riddled with bullets in an instant.

Horace felt the tension rising within him, his eyes instinctively searching for Arabella. He was about to

measure the situation and follow her in a desperate breakout when he saw her casually raise both

hands in a gesture of surrender.

Horace's eyes widened in shock. Was this something his boss would do?

Back in the infamous triangular zone, amidst perilous chaos, Arabella had fought tooth and nail,

refusing to surrender, ultimately carving a bloody path to safety.

Yet now, without a single shot fired, she was throwing in the towel.

Had he been mistaken?

The night was shattered by Martha's shrill laughter as Arabella raised her hands in surrender.

"Arabella, Arabella, who would've thought you'd end up like this. Well, at least you've got some sense,"

Martha said, clearly delighted by Arabella's capitulation, her laughter betraying her elation. "No matter

how swift you are, can you outrun a bullet? You're Dr. Bell, with a knack for detecting any drug."

Pacing before Arabella, Martha continued, "But alas, your skills made you quite the catch."

"So you resorted to underhanded tactics, didn’t you? Nora suddenly having a 'heart attack' while flying

me to Dawnstar, the mysterious figure at the mountaintop restaurant, the billboard that nearly crushed

me, the slander against Ar-Bl-Clear Group's skincare line, the lip-syncing scandal. Did you orchestrate

all that?"

"Sharp as ever," said Martha, her gaze tinged with pity and faux sympathy. "Too bad, you'll be dying by

my hand soon. Hand over everything you've got—phones, weapons, the works. Otherwise, if my

people find anything during their search, you'll be skinned alive."

Her laughter was both sinister and sly.

Arabella tossed her phone and a folding pocket knife onto the ground.

Seeing Arabella comply, Horace decided to empty his pockets as well, throwing everything, including

his watch, at Martha's feet.

Martha signaled to her subordinates with a glance, and promptly a man and a woman stepped forward

to frisk them.

After a while, they returned, having found nothing.