The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 676
Before Arabella could even respond, Serena chimed in, “If you’re bothered by me being the adopted daughter, I can clear that up
in front of our classmates. Make it crystal clear that you’re the real Collins family princess and I’m just a charity case. I won’t let
my vanity hurt you anymore.”
Arabella stayed silent.
“Sis, can you give me one last chance? Just one more, okay?” Serena pleaded, tugging at Arabella’s sleeve. “Can we be good
sisters again and forget all the past unpleasantness?”
Arabella noticed that this time Serena’s eyes weren’t filled with the usual scheming and cunning. Instead, they were filled with
sincerity and pleading. She was probably scared of losing everything she had, hence her desperation.
“Sis, I’m begging you!” Serena tried to kneel, but Arabella stopped her with a foot, saying coldly, “Some issues can’t be settled by
getting on your knees.”
“What do you want me to do then?” Serena asked earnestly. “Bring you breakfast every day? Lunch? Hang out with you after
school, save you a seat in the cafeteria? Help you pick up packages? Give you massages?”
No need to go overboard.
“Sis, you name it. Anything you want me to do, I promise I’ll do it!” Serena seemed to have made a big decision.
“We’ll see,” Arabella replied noncommittally, and she left early with Myrna.
Serena was left alone, unsure of what Arabella’s vague response meant. Was she forgiven? Not forgiven? Or intended to watch
her actions?
Serena turned to Chasel for help as Arabella left. “Chasel.”
But Chasel was just as indifferent: “You should go back.”
He didn’t explicitly offer her a chance either.
“Chasel, don’t go. Talk to Arabella for me. I really realize my mistake.” Serena followed Chasel like a pitiful sidekick.

When they got to a nearby restaurant, Chasel, Myrna, and Arabella went in first. Serena followed them in after settling the cab
fare.
The waiter looked curiously at the somewhat disheveled young lady and politely asked, “Excuse me, are you here alone or with
the three who just walked
in?”
“With them.” Serena followed them upstairs. When they went into a private room, she didn’t dare to enter, waiting outside
instead.
Inside the room, Chasel glanced at Arabella and gently asked, “How do you plan to handle this?”
“Chasel, how do you think I should handle this?” Arabella’s gaze was pressuring.
Myrna couldn’t help but sigh. Arabella was indeed the real daughter of the Collins family. Her aura was just as powerful, if not
more so.
“I’ll handle it according to your wishes.” Chasel poured her a glass of lemon water, then poured one for Myrna too. He seemed to
have gotten used to her powerful presence.