The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 717
Who would’ve thought that Hans actually figured out she was in danger.
She thought she had it all under wraps.
Soon, like a swarm of bees, a dozen black cars appeared from all directions and blocked off the escape route of the crowd,
allowing Romeo’s car to slip away safely.
Arabella was caught off guard. She had no idea Romeo had so many people at the disposal in Dawnstar. Was there something
about his identity she didn’t know?
“I’ve got some people on my payroll, and they came in handy today,” Romeo explained, seemingly catching on to her confusion
as they arrived at a barren piece of land.
There sat a private jet with about seven or eight armed guards around it. They all showed great respect when they saw Romeo.
Romeo nodded, tossed the car keys to one of them, and led Arabella up the stairs to the plane.
“We’re heading back to meet with Hans,” he said.
“Alright.” Arabella was led by him, suddenly remembering something one of her subordinates had mentioned. Romeo apparently
had another organization on the side, separate from the Triangular Zone. This organization had people spread across different
countries and seemed to have some political ties.
But in front of her, this man was just a big kid. Who would’ve thought.
As Romeo stepped upon the last stair, his phone buzzed. He received a picture of a wrecked car with a dead body.
It was one of his men. Both the man and the car were gone.
Seemed like the people who came today had some tricks up their sleeves.
In another private jet, Molly sat on the couch while Hans attended to her IV.
“Mr. Collins, is something wrong?” Molly couldn’t help but ask. “Bella considers me a friend, and she wouldn’t rush me back
home before my IV was finished. Did she run into some trouble? Or is it me who’s in trouble?”

“No.” Hans finished setting up the IV as the nurse instructed, then said in a soft voice, “There’s a medication that’s not available
overseas.”
Molly was skeptical. “Then why didn’t Bella come back with us?”
Hans, “She’s staying with Romeo.”
“Oh.” Molly had an aha moment. Romeo was admittedly pretty clingy. Maybe the two of them were planning to have some fun in
Dawnstar.
“You rest up. Call me if you need anything,” Hans said, sitting across from her and flipping through some reports. He hadn’t had
a chance to go over them
yet.
Seeing him so engrossed in his work, Molly couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Collins. It seems like you’re always working. Don’t you
have a life outside of work?”
Hans looked up. What else would there be?
“I thought successful people like you would take some time off, go sightseeing, enjoy the beautiful scenery of different countries,
spend time with family. Like my dad used to.”
As she said this, the image of her kind and loving father came to mind, bringing a lump to her throat.
Her father was a successful man who would take her and her mother out for fun whenever he had free time.
But those days were over.
After her father’s death, her uncle took over the company and managed to reduce her mother’s assets. Eventually, he kicked
them out of their home.
None of their relatives stepped in to help.
Hans seemed to understand what she was thinking and comforted her softly, “If your father knew that you won third place today,
he’d be proud of you.”

Molly smiled, tears welling in her eyes, “Mr. Collins, I never thought you’d be the comforting type.”
She always considered Hans a cold–hearted CEO, hardly daring to look at him directly.