The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 715

Chapter 715

The key point here was that each photo had Queen Abby's autograph on the back.

"How about a selfie?" Arabella suggested with a smile.

"Sure! Sure!" Molly nodded excitedly, holding the trophy in one hand, a photo in the other, and clutching

Arabella's arm. She didn't just want a selfie, and she wanted a bunch.

Arabella whipped out her phone, and Molly saw an extra face in frame as they posed for the camera.

"Sorry, Mr. Collins, could you move over a bit." she said a bit awkwardly.

Hans didn't think he'd become the third wheel so quickly. He stepped aside, watching as the two girls

snuggled up together.

Molly faced the camera with a beaming smile, Arabella also grinning.

Hans found women to be such fickle creatures. One moment weeping, the next laughing like a kid.

Arabella had only taken a few shots when her phone started to vibrate. She glanced at the caller ID

and said in a low voice, "I need to take this call."

"Okay," Molly replied, the trophy in her hand reflecting the joy on her face.

Upon answering, a man's voice quickly came from the other end.

"Boss, did you save someone at the race today?"

Arabella moved to the balcony of the hospital room and replied nonchalantly, "No."

"Did you diagnose someone's condition? Most people wouldn't know about the HN2C poison. The race

was broadcast globally, your diagnosis caught a lot of attention. You should return home quickly. I

worry."

"You worry that I can't return?"

"Boss, the situation is grave. Even Skull and Bones is keeping tabs on you!"

Skull and Bones was a terrifying secret society. Some said they've managed to manipulate the politics

of a major country for over a hundred years; others said many of the world's biggest events were

orchestrated by them.

In short, this group was much more dangerous than Arabella's Mafia Flame and of a completely

different nature.

"Also, Hell Base is watching you." The man on the phone seemed anxious. "And T3 Research Institute

is looking for you."

T3 Research Institute was a terrifying medical organization that researched frightening viruses and

conducts experiments on older people and children. Those who attracted their attention either work for

them or get killed. Over the years, no one who had caught their attention has managed to escape.

"I'll be careful," Arabella replied, her attention suddenly drawn to a group of hurried individuals

downstairs who didn't look friendly.

"Boss, let me bring a few people and escort you home. We can't guarantee your safety, but at least we

can take a bullet for you."

After all, those who were eyeing the Boss now were all big trouble, like sticky mud that won't shake off.

Arabella, "No need, I have some matters to handle. I'm hanging up now."

"Huh? Boss."

Before the man could finish, Arabella hung up the call. She walked back into the hospital room. Molly

perked up immediately. "Bella, are you off the phone? Let's take a few more photos."

Arabella, "I have something to handle now. We'll take more photos later. Hans, take Molly back to our

country now."

"Now?" Hans was a bit puzzled. Molly still had two bottles of IV fluids to go. Why was she in such a

hurry to leave? Had something happened?

"Yes, the fastest way is by private jet. I have some things to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Hold on, aren't we going to visit our company?" Hans asked quietly.

"We'll go next time," Arabella replied, then left the hospital room without a second thought.

Hans found her train of thought rather peculiar and couldn't help but ask, "So you mean to poison

yourself after the competition?"

"Exactly, I'd rather suffer unbearable pain or even pass out after the competition than make a fool of

myself during it." Molly sobbed, her cheeks rubbing against his clothes.

After rubbing her face on his clothes, she choked up, "Your clothes smell so good."

Then, she suddenly froze. Wait, was she crying on Hans, wiping her tears on his clothes?

At that moment, Arabella pushed the door open and walked in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her

mouth upon seeing the scene.

Molly, "It's not what you think."

Molly hadn't expected to do something so out of line, so she quickly let go and hurriedly explained to

Hans, "I'm sorry, Mr. Collins, really sorry, I didn't mean to. You can take off your clothes, and I'll wash

them for you when we get back."

Hans, "That's not necessary."

Molly tried to tug his clothes off but couldn't, and it was tremendously embarrassing. She wiped her

tears off his clothes with her hands, "I really didn't mean to."

Her voice gradually lowered, and she murmured, "And I didn't mean to hug you just now."

Leaning against the door, Arabella casually asked, "Should I hold onto your trophy?"

Trophy??

Molly wanted to dash over and grab it.

"Careful." Hans quickly caught her hand, which still had the IV needle in it. She would definitely pull on

the needle if she rushed over like that.

Molly realized what was happening, her cheeks instantly turning red.

Hans hurriedly let go of her hand, and he had unintentionally grabbed it in his panic.

Arabella watched the scene with interest, casually sauntering over, effectively breaking the awkward

tension.

Arabella, "Guess what this is?"

"Third place???" Molly's eyes immediately lit up, "Bella, is this some special treatment for me? I passed

out, yet still managed third place."

Arabella, "You only tweaked the hemline in the third round, but the overall look was still good, plus your

high scores in the first two rounds."

So, getting third place was within reason.

"Really? No special treatment? Really?" Molly excitedly hugged Arabella.

Arabella glanced at her hand, thankfully, the needle hadn't been pulled. "Yes, the other judges have

scored too. The scores are legit."

Arabella felt her cheek pressed against Molly's, and she could barely say, "Easy there, you're choking

me."

"Bella, I love you." Molly hugged her tightly, like an affectionate kitten. She hadn't won the

championship, but she was more than satisfied with third place.

Molly, "It's just I didn't get to receive the trophy from you on stage."

"So take it now." Arabella handed her the trophy, formally stating, "Contestant No.1, Molly,

congratulations on winning third place."

Molly giggled happily, then bowed deeply, excitedly, and respectfully, accepting, "Thank you, Queen

Abby, thank you for personally presenting this to me."

"This is my autograph." Arabella handed her a stack of photos, shots of her judging Molly during the

competition. There were more than ten in total.

"Ah." Molly's eyes sparkled, and she excitedly grabbed the photos, "Who took these? They're so good."