The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1921

Most villas had a similar design: a skylight in the ground floor to let the sunshine stream into the

basement. It was a clever way to brighten up the space and improve the airflow down there.

"I had no clue there was a skylight." The man explained with a mix of urgency and helplessness, "The

grass is so tall around here, from a distance all I could see was a sea of green. I told you, I’m new here.

I was just looking for the restroom. I saw a small door from afar and thought to check it out. I didn't

know there was a skylight that wasn't meant to be walked over."

"You were looking for the restroom and you couldn’t ask someone? With all the staff bustling about in

this villa, don’t tell me you didn’t see a soul," the head of the bodyguard still sounded skeptical.

"I saw that most of the staff were women; it felt kinda awkward to ask, and they all seemed so busy."

The man tried to explain further, but seeing no sign of belief from the bodyguard, he turned to Arabella

with a helpless look, "Ms. Collins, I really didn’t know I couldn’t just wander around here. I was only

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"You think you can fool Ms. Collins that easily? You better come clean today, or don’t blame me for not

being nice!"

The head of the bodyguard was ready to take action, hand inching towards his tool of authority, poised

to apprehend the man.

"What's going on here?"

Just then, an elegant voice cut through the tension.

The man looked towards the source of the voice as if he had found his savior and quickly explained,

"Madam, I was just looking for the restroom and accidentally went the wrong way. This man is insisting

I’m up to something, talking about looking for some basement, some skylight."

Beverly maintained a gracious smile throughout, "It's a misunderstanding. Harry is a new chauffeur I’ve

hired. It's his first day here, and he's not yet familiar with our house rules or recent events."

With that, she turned to Harry with a smile, "I'll handle this; why don’t you go ahead and use the

restroom."

"He can't leave."

As the head of the bodyguard moved to intercept, Beverly’s laugh, light and amused, filled the air,

"When nature calls, it calls. I appreciate your dedication as head of bodyguard, but if it makes you feel

better, once he’s done, I'll have him come back and you can question him all you want."

With things put that way, if the bodyguard persisted, it would make for an unsightly scene. But he didn’t

want to let him go either; what if the man destroyed evidence? What would be the point of questioning

him after that?

"Changing chauffeurs at the turn of the new year?" Arabella inquired with a smile.

Typically, as the year drew to a close, people stuck with the staff they had, not making changes lightly.

"Couldn't be helped." Beverly said, her smile unwavering, "Our former chauffeur Gene, his wife just had

a baby. He wanted to be there for her postpartum period, and with a new addition in their family, he

wanted to spend the holidays together. So I gave him two-month off."

Beverly continued with genteel ease, "I’ve vetted this new chauffeur thoroughly; there's no issue. But if

you're still worried, feel free to question him further."

"If you say he’s fine, then naturally, we have no reason to hold him."

Hearing this, the head of the bodyguard became desperate, not wanting to let the man go just like that.

What if he was trouble?

"What are you waiting for? You need thank Ms. Collins." Beverly said with poise, "If it were any other

lady, they would have surely held you back."

Harry quickly bowed in gratitude, "Thank you, Ms. Collins. I won’t make the same mistake again."

Arabella kept her smile, nodding her head.

As Harry stepped away, the head of the bodyguard was beside himself with anxiety. He couldn't let this

go.