Chapter 744


    "I''ll be waiting at home for you." Romeo didn''t put up a fight, going along with Arabe''s ns.


    "You can''t sneakily follow me or send anyone to guard me." Arabe seemed to see right through him:


    "Don''t think I don''t know what you''re up to."


    Romeo didn''t expect Arabe to be so sharp, seeing through his ns in a heartbeat.


    He pulled Arabe into his arms, looking into her eyes and asking, "Are you forbidding anyone from


    following you because you''re in danger? Are you worried I might get caught up in it? Are you worried


    about me?"


    Before Arabe could even answer, Romeo asked again, "Who''s the other party?"


    "I have no idea yet, but they''ve asked for discretion.” Arabe was trying to reason with Romeo: “If they


    find out I went back on my word and brought a bunch of bodyguards and you, will I have any business


    left?"


    Romeo kissed her, amazed by how articte Arabe was.


    He turned around and fetched a ck hairpin, pinning it to her hair.


    "This is thetest tracker. If you stay still for too long or if your location is off, I''ming for you."


    Arabe didn''t expect him to have such a thing. A seemingly ordinary hairpin turned out to be a tracker.


    "I had it specially developed." Romeo saw her confusion and exined, "All for your safety."


    "Guess I should thank you then." Arabe stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss. She wrapped her


    arms around his neck, looking at his worried face, and chuckled, "Don''t worry, I''ll be back soon. I''ll be


    fine."


    "I sure hope so." Romeo pressed his forehead to hers, kissed her lips, and watched her leave. He felt a


    tinge of sadness, as if something was missing.


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    As agreed, Arabe arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of Summerfield ten minutes early.


    There were about a dozen bodyguards stationed outside the warehouse. Seeing a young girl getting


    out of the car, they were all a bit puzzled.


    "I''m here to deliver the painting." Arabe walked up to the head bodyguard and calmly said,


    The head bodyguard looked her up and down and said, "Sorry, you can go tell Mirabelle that our boss


    wants to see her in person."


    "I am Mirabelle."


    The head bodyguard took another look at this young girl. Impossible.


    The master of Oriental ink painting, known as Mirabelle, was actually just an eighteen-year-old girl?


    Who in their right mind would believe that?


    "Sorry, I''m not joking." The head bodyguard seriously said.


    "Neither am I. It''s the truth."


    Seeing the serious look on Arabe''s face, not like she was joking, the head bodyguard was half


    convinced and went in to report to his boss.


    After a while, he came out and invited her in, saying, "Pleasee in."


    Just as Arabe was about to enter the warehouse with the painting, the head bodyguard suddenly put


    out a hand to stop her. "Sorry, please take off the hairpin."


    Arabe: Was she busted so soon?


    "It''s safe inside." Seeing that Arabe wasn''t making a move, the head bodyguard exined, "Our boss


    won''t do anything to you."


    "If he won''t do anything to me, then whether I wear this hairpin or not shouldn''t make a difference."


    "Our boss doesn''t want his whereabouts known by others. We''re very sorry and hope you can


    understand."


    Seeing no malice in his words, Arabe took off the hairpin and handed it to him. The head bodyguard


    epted it and made a respectful invitation gesture: "Please, this way."


    Arabe entered the warehouse. The ce was spacious and bright. There was only arge desk in


    the middle of the warehouse with brushes, ink, paper, and ink stones. There was no one around, but


    Arabe still spotted several cameras, some facing the desk, some facing her.