The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1967

Everyone in the room was so stunned they could hardly speak.

Arabella was both Queena and the violin virtuoso Jamie Noelle?

Who on earth was this celestial being?

“Today’s Bella’s homecoming feast, and you old coots just have to vie for her attention, huh? She’s

better off with me. My cooking skills—if I pass them on to her, she could whip up delicious meals for

herself every day! Now that's what I call a serious lifestyle upgrade!”

Uriah’s declaration earned an eye roll from Regan. “The stuff Bella makes is leagues tastier than your

grub. Besides, you think Romeo would let her step into the kitchen? The girl's got top-notch chefs at

her beck and call.”

“Think a bunch of chefs can hold a candle to me?” Uriah huffed, his pride bruised. After all, he was a

maestro in the kitchen!

If Arabella were to inherit his culinary mantle, both her cooking prowess and her agility would skyrocket

her standard of living!

“Enough, enough, no more squabbling. Bella’s the rightful heir to my legacy,” Thomas interjected to

mediate.

“And what? Spend her days tinkering with your gadgets and racing cars? Or turn into a hacker?”

Regan’s comment ruffled Thomas’s feathers. “Racing cars is a stress-buster! It’s super cool for a girl to

drive a race car. Just ask the live stream viewers. And what's wrong with hacking? Fancy hacking any

computer on a whim.”

“Zip it, will you? Some viewers are still kids, don’t lead them astray! And cool? How is it cool to put a

girl in danger by racing cars? Ask the viewers if they’d want such a sweet, smart, and sensible young

lady risking her neck.”

“Alright, alright, I can’t win with you guys. Bella—” Thomas called Arabella over, playing the victim,

“They’re picking on me!”

“Oh come on, you old fox, playing the sympathy card in front of Bella?”

“Bella, did you hear that? He insulted me. Ever since you returned to the Collins family, they’ve been

bullying me in your absence!”

Arabella watched them nearly ready to flip the table and bicker, a playful smirk on her lips. “Are we still

eating, then?”

All the old men promptly responded, “Yes.”

“This is your homecoming party, after all. We should at least have one peaceful meal.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Exactly, we’ll finish every dish!”

“Oh, spare me. Who was it just now clamoring for Bella to inherit his legacy? You’re passing the buck

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“Enough, all of you.”