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Chapter 1721

Chapter 1721

“Martha, I found nothing.”

“Same here,” came the echo.

With a curt nod, Martha signaled them to tie up Arabella and Horace.

They were in an unfinished high-rise, a skeleton of a building that rose nineteen stories into the sky.

Without any windows, the chill outside swept in, bringing with it the snowflakes that danced on the

merciless wind.

Horace couldn’t help but sneeze.

He and Arabella were hauled up to the eighteenth floor, each bound to a cold, unyielding chair. Horace

squirmed, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but was promptly rewarded with a gun barrel

pressed against his temple.

“Don’t move,” a female killer hissed with icy precision.

“Not even a twitch?” Horace quipped, his eyes widening as the gun dug deeper, coercing a resigned

nod from him. Fine, fine, he'd stay put. What was the big deal anyway?

Despite being tied up, Arabella exuded an aura of authority, as if she were the queen on a chessboard,

moving pieces at her will.

Martha stood at the edge of the 18th floor, holding Arabella's phone. On the phone's screensaver was a

photo of Arabella and Romeo's silhouettes, a photo that Romeo had sweet-talked Arabella into using.

At that moment, Martha, whether out of anger for Serena or a desire to prevent Arabella from

communicating, suddenly changed her expression and fiercely threw the phone off the building.

“Hey, that’s my boss’s phone.” Horace heard the crash, imagining the device in pieces. Was this

woman nuts? Why smash it when confiscating it would’ve sufficed? That phone was actually developed

by Arabella and had a lot of features, along with several confidential items inside.

The killer pressed the gun harder against Horace’s head as if to silence him without words.

Martha turned to see Arabella, once unattainably proud, and her loyal henchman Horace, now

pathetically tied to chairs. Behind them stood hundreds of her guys. The two were completely at her

mercy.

The thought brought a vicious laugh to her lips. She had waited so long for this day.

She thought about the six months of humiliation under Arabella's thumb, the way her darling daughter

Serena had been tormented by this wretch.

Today, she would have her revenge.

Her eyes, gleaming with malice, bore into Arabella as she stepped closer.

Horace couldn’t fathom why this old bat kept breaking into these fits of laughter. Was she touched in

the head?

Martha grabbed Arabella’s bun, spitting venomously, “With all your identities, your success out there,

why come back for the Collins family heiress title? You could have lived well enough. but no, you chose

to come back for your doom!”

“Don’t you touch my boss! Come at me if you dare!” Horace bellowed. “You think you're worthy of

touching her hair?”

Martha turned to Horace with a mocking smile. “Oh, look at the loyal little pup. You, my dear, have quite

a knack for winning hearts. In the Collins household, you swayed all the servants loyal to Serena.

Impressive. Someone gag him.”

Muffled protests came from Horace, even with his mouth gagged, he struggled fiercely, itching to take a

swing at the old hag.

Damn it, they could do whatever they wanted to him, but laying a finger on his boss? That was a line no

one was allowed to cross.