Chapter 90


    But then the guy replied, “The USB port is gone.”


    “What about the spare key?” Arabe asked.


    “Uh, lost that too.” The servant answered.


    “Well, take out the dead battery from the door lock and rece it with a new one.” Arabe suggested.


    “No spare batteries either.” The servant said.


    Arabe was speechless. Howe these servants didn’t have anything prepared for the door?


    Seeing his shifty eyes, Arabe quickly caught on and smirked.


    “Just go tell my grandpa that I’m ready to leave.” Arabe got up, ready to go.


    “Miss, please wait, let me inform Mr. Phillip. Please stay here.” The servant said.


    Seeing Arabe determined to leave, he hurried off to find Phillip.


    Phillip waved his hand dismissively after hearing her story, “No worries, I’ve already had the USB port


    removed and the spare key and battery hidden. She can’t leave unless the poweres back on.”


    As Arabe approached the front door, she noticed signs of the USB port being tampered with and the


    hidden spare key and battery were missing, obviously taken away.


    She smirked, turning to the man before her, “Your grandpa sure went to great lengths for you.”


    “It’s for you.” Romeo held her, word by word, “He likes you a lot and wants you to stay.”


    Arabe thought, “Stay? So this guy can take advantage of me? No way!”


    She ced her fingers on the key pad, punching in a few numbers. Soon enough, the door swung


    open.


    The servants around were stunned. How did the young miss do it? The door was clearly locked. Didn’t


    Mr. Phillip say it was impossible to open without power?!


    Romeo didn’t expect her to bypass the system, rendering the password useless. This girl knew a lot of


    tricks.


    “I just keyed in randomly, let’s go.” Arabe was the first to walk out the door, but hadn’t gotten far


    when she heard a voice.


    “Miss, please wait. Mr. Phillip suddenly had a heart attack, pleasee and check!” The servant


    shouted out.


    Arabe was speechless. Though suspicious, she hurried over to help. A servant led the way with a


    brown emergency light, taking her to Phillip’s room.


    “Oh, my heart.” Phillipid in bed, pretending to be ill.


    “Grandpa, where do you feel ufortable?” The moment Arabe’s hand touched his wrist, she


    knew what was up.


    “Miss, how is Mr. Phillip, is he okay?” Brodie asked.


    Arabe smirked, retracting her hand, andzily replied, “He’s perfectly fine. If I must say something,


    he probably ate too much and is feeling a bit bloated.”


    Phillip and the butler didn’t expect Arabe to catch on so quickly that he was faking; they were both


    taken back.


    “Grandpa, you should rest.” Arabe didn’t call him out, but gently said, “I really should go home If I’m


    out anyter, my parents will worry!”


    “Miss, please stay! If the master has an emergency in the middle of the night, we won’t be able to find


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    a doctor in time.” Brodie tried hard to convince her.


    “Yes, you can stay in the room on the third floor. Romeo’s room is on the other side of the corridor, you


    two will be separate.” Phillip added.


    “Most importantly, it’s been a long time since the house was this lively! You and the young master are


    always busy with work, we don’t know when you’ll be able to visit again.” Brodie said.


    “You’re the daughter–inw of the McMillian family. It’s only reasonable for you to stay at the


    McMillian’s! If you feel it’s not proper, I can arrange for you two to register your marriage at the town


    hall right away!” Phillip said.


    Arabe was speechless. This was really unnecessary.