Chapter 23


    Arabe held her phone close to her ear, catching the deep, maic voice of the man on the other


    end.


    “My grandpa’s run into a bit of trouble. I need your help.”


    Arabe was puzzled. Phillip seemed to be doing fine the day before.


    What could have gone wrong?


    “Where are you right now?” Romeo’s voice was as low and captivating as a cello, “I’lle to pick you


    up.”


    “Could you head to the Holy Cross Church in the suburbs then?”


    The Holy Cross Church was not far from the mansion, and Arabe could reach in a few minutes if she


    took the shortcuts.


    Romeo was taken aback, “Are you in the suburbs?”


    “Mmm.”


    The Holy Cross Church was an old building left from the 80s, with no worshippers visiting the weed-


    infested ce. What could a girl like her be doing there?


    After hanging up, Arabe told Kelly, “I need to make a trip to the Holy Cross Church, got some


    business to handle.”


    “Alright.” Kelly knew Arabe had a lot on her te and didn’t ask further, “I’ll send your stuff over


    There was a whole workflow to be done after the shoot, and Arabe, pressed for time, simply nodded,


    “Okay.”


    At the entrance of the Holy Cross Church.


    This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Romeo’s mind wandered, “Is Miss Arabe here for a photoshoot? She’s incredibly beautiful, and it


    would be a shame if she isn’t!”


    Remaining silent, Romeo fixed his gaze on the distance, awaiting the appearance of a figure.


    Suddenly, Carl eximed, “It’s Miss Arabe! I knew it! She must be here for a photoshoot.”


    Adorned in a white dress, Arabe looked like a stunning vision against the backdrop of the setting sun,


    turning the church into a picturesque scene. Her flowing dress and waving hair made her appear like a


    fairy emerging from a painting.


    Carl found himself captivated by her beauty. After a moment, he stepped out of the car and courteously


    opened the door for her, saying, “Miss Arabe, pleasee in.”


    With lively eyes and a radiant aura, Arabe nced briefly at the man in the backseat before seating


    herself next to him without any pretense. “How is Phillip doing?” she inquired.


    Romeo, still mesmerized by Arabe’s presence, replied, “He had some soup that someone brought,


    and now he’s in surgery.”


    “Was it a soup from someone he knows?”


    “Yes.”


    Arabe recalled Phillip’s condition yesterday. Even if he drank soup, it wouldn’t warrant surgery.


    So there must be something wrong with the soup.


    “Miss Arabe, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Carl nced at the rearview mirror and


    asked, “You’re still in school, right?”


    She looked like a little girl.


    “I’m eighteen.” Arabe’s tone seemed casual, “I just finished my university entrance exams.”


    Eighteen?


    She was still so young…


    Carl eximed, “You’re only eighteen and already such a skilled doctor. Did your ancestors practice


    medicine?”


    “No.”


    “So, you are…” Carl didn’t finish his sentence when the car suddenly jolted.


    Arabe lost her bnce and fell towards Romeo.


    Romeo instinctively caught her.


    Arabe was wearing a sleeveless dress today, and Romeo’s hand on her shoulder made her blush


    slightly.


    Romeo’s expression was a bit unnatural as he touched the girl’s soft, delicate skin.


    The girl’s elegant scent filled his nostrils, it was a pleasant aroma.


    “I’m sorry, Mr. McMillian, Miss Arabe, I…” Before Carl could exin, the car jolted a few more times.


    He had been talking to Miss Arabe and hadn’t noticed the bumps in the road…


    As the car jerked violently, Romeo held the girl in his arms protectively and warned Carl, “Keep your


    eyes on the road.”