Chapter 809


    "I don''t trust either of you,’ said Arabe, her voice as cool as a snowkending on a winter''s morn. "I


    just know who''s more trustworthy. Do you think your little schemes go unnoticed? Save your second-


    rate tricks. I don''t have the time or patience for your circus acts."


    With that, she strode off with her long legs, leaving Alma trailing in her wake.


    Alma watched her retreating back, her mind racing. She couldn''t let it end like this. With a huff, she


    hurried after Arabe. "Alright, yes, I admit it. I made it all up. I just want to join forces with you and


    drive Serena out of the Collins family. What do you say? Care to team up?"


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    Arabe looked at her as if she had suddenly sprouted two heads.


    "What the hell is wrong with you? Is she eating your food, drinking your water, or spending your


    money? What business of yours is it if she stays or goes? Keep this up, and you''ll be the first one out


    of the Collins family."


    "What?" Alma hadn''t expected Arabe to stand up for Serena. And she certainly hadn''t expected such


    conviction in her voice.


    "So, you''re saying you''d stand against me, for her? Think about it, Arabe. Serena doesn''t have a


    drop of Collins blood in her. Me?


    I''m purebred Collins. Do you think you can just kick me out? Think again."


    "Is that so?" Arabe’s cold gaze made Alma shiver.


    Arabe''s eyes held a promise. A promise that, somehow, she could single-handedly kick Alma out of


    the Collins family.


    But she hadn''t done something that was so terrible.


    However, Arabe''s gaze made Alma uneasy.


    Louisa smiled as Arabe approached. "What were you two talking about? Finished already?"


    "We are just discussing a little alliance."


    Arabe''s words took everyone by surprise, not just Louisa and Beverly, but Serena and even Alma


    herself.


    That damned Arabe. Alma was seething.


    “Alliance? What alliance?" Beverly seemed to have an inkling, but she couldn''t believe Arabe would


    be so brazen. Trying to smooth things over, she said, "Is Alma starting a business?"


    "You''ll have to ask her."


    Arabe''s answer was evasive, but the look in her eyes made Beverly uneasy. The girl was too smart.


    She''d pieced together Beverly''s suspicions.


    And Alma was a fool. Of all the people she could''ve chosen, she chose Arabe.


    Beverly chuckled nervously. "Ignore her, Louisa. Now, where were we?"


    The conversation moved on. Arabe nced at Alma, who was fuming.


    Serena, too, seemed to have figured out what Arabe meant by an ‘alliance’. She red at Alma,


    anger ring in her eyes.


    This was it. Alma had to be taught a lesson. She''d gone too far.


    With that thought, Serena pulled out her phone and sent a WhatsApp message to Martha.


    Martha had been with her for the past eighteen years, even more so than Louisa.


    So naturally, whenever Serena faced trouble, Martha was the first person she turned to.