Chapter 914


    “Alright, let''s get some grub." rk descended the staircase with her, but before they could even reach


    the dining table, the sound of an airnending outside the mansion echoed through the air.


    One of her associates sprinted in. His face was as pale as a ghost. "Boss, the head of Group S is here!


    It looks like he''snding on our airstrip. Should we stop him?"


    Even though their two gangs had already formed an alliance, the mansion was still their boss''s


    personal territory. To brazenlynd his ne on her airstrip without so much as a heads-up... wasn''t


    that a tad...


    overbearing?


    “Let himnd.” Arabe''s eyes softened a fraction. "Send someone to greet him.”


    "Huh?" The associate thought he had misheard her, but under the weight of her gaze, he quickly


    Oh, how the mighty have fallen!


    The Arabe of old feared nothing and nobody, not even the God. Why was she being so courteous to


    Group S now?


    Sure, Group S had a formidable reputation, but there was no need to kowtow to them so!


    The associate was a tad confused. It seemed as though Arabe had gone soft, but he dared not voice


    his thoughts. Instead, he just led the wee party.


    rk noticed that though Arabe had originally nned to eat, upon hearing of Romeo''s arrival, she


    turned on her heel and headed towards the airstrip, not bothering to hide her anticipation.


    Love really does conquer all.


    rk could only follow his sister''s lead and join her in weing his future brother-inw.


    Once the ne hadnded and the doors opened, a tall, austere man appeared before them.


    His icy gaze and regal demeanor made him seem like a mountain, so imposing that those below him


    dared not breathe too loudly.


    His right-hand man, Carl, trailed behind him.


    Carl thought, "Boss, you''re the one who wanted to see Ms. Be. Why did you have to drag me along.?


    I want to go home, and I want a vacation!”


    Arabe’s men were rightfully wary of this new visitor. After all, he''d led Group S in many


    groundbreaking operations back in the triangr zone.


    As the man descended the stairs, they nervously greeted him. "Mr. McMillian."


    This was Mr. McMillian''s first visit to their mansion, and his assertive entry left them unsure of his


    intentions.


    “Where''s your boss?” Carl asked, worried that Ms. Be was off investigating something on her own


    again.


    “Our boss...” The associate began but then spotted Arabe approaching.


    She had a cool, aloof air about her, and the wind whipping through her hair gave her a certain feminine


    charm.


    Romeo''s gaze softened when he saw her, and he walked over to wrap her in his arms.


    They hadn''t seen each other in days, and Romeo''s hug was noticeably tighter.


    The seven or eight associates were bbergasted, their eyes nearly popping out of their skulls. What


    was going on?


    The head of Group S was making a move on their bass, right in front of them.


    More importantly, why wasn''t Arabe kicking him where it hurt?


    Instead...


    She wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with bright eyes. "Weren''t you supposed to


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    arrive at noon?"


    The associates’ jaws dropped.


    Was their boss... in a rtionship?