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Chapter 1722

Chapter 1722

Arabella tilted her chin up at Horace with a look that said, "Relax, I've got this."

To the casual observer, she seemed to be signaling Horace not to rile up Martha. But Horace, who had

spent enough time with Arabella, instantly understood the meaning behind her gaze. He got the

message loud and clear.

Chuckling under his breath, he threw a defiant glare at the female killer, his posture slouched and

rebellious, though noticeably less volatile than before.

"The little mutt sure knows how to obey." Martha sneered as she flicked Arabella's bun, pacing back

and forth. "What to do, what to do? I don’t catch you every day, and now I find myself almost reluctant

to see you dead."

Arabella raised her clear eyes, her tone as calm as a gentle breeze, "I'm bound to die at your hands

sooner or later, so why not let me die with some clarity? Is it because I've returned to this house,

threatening your daughter's status, that you think I should die?"

Suddenly, Martha's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, scrutinizing Arabella.

"Are you recording this? Or is there a hidden camera on you? I've been feeling something's off since

the start. With your defiant spirit, you wouldn't surrender so easily, and you've been fishing for my

words. Search for her! And not just her! Search that loyal pup of hers thoroughly!"

With a cold snort, Arabella's lips curled into a mocking smile, "So, I'm that formidable in your eyes,

huh?"

"Shut it!" Martha snapped, flustered and infuriated.

Two of Martha's guys took turns patting Arabella down. They tugged at her bun, finding nothing but

lush hair, and the hair tie was just an ordinary one, adorned with a tiny diamond tiara.

Her clothes were casual, pockets in her hoodie, and trousers were all checked—no suspicious items.

Horace, too, was searched from head to toe repeatedly, and still, nothing out of the ordinary was found.

Even his shoes were taken off, and the insoles flipped, revealing nothing hidden.

Martha eyed Arabella suspiciously and asked, "What kind of game are you playing?"

"I'm tied up, my phone's been smashed, and my only ally is in your capture. Surrounded by over a

dozen of your armed men, so what tricks could I possibly play?"

Hearing this, Martha's triumphant smirk returned, her earlier doubts subsiding, replaced by a vindictive

grin.

"If you had been this compliant from the get-go, you wouldn't be in this mess." Martha's venomous

gaze fell upon Arabella, "But you just had to act all high and mighty."

It was so irritating!

"When have I ever been high and mighty? Don't those words suit your daughter more?" Arabella

couldn't help but laugh, "For eighteen years, your daughter basked in luxury under my name. When I

came back, I didn't make a fuss. I let her stay and continue living in opulence. Shouldn't you be

grateful?"

"Grateful to you?" Martha scoffed as if she heard the most absurd thing, her laugh cold, "Had you been

friendly and humble with Serena, I indeed would have spared you. But what did you do? You hurt her

time and again."

Arabella was confused. When had she ever hurt Serena?

From the day she returned to the house, it was Serena who had been hurting her with backhanded

comments like, "Sis, up so early? You don't have to change your habits on our account—feel free to

sleep in as you did at your place."