Chapter 1282


    "Don''ty a finger on them!" The silver-masked man, fearful of losing his leads, warned with an


    intensified tone, "These people are needed by our boss. If you don''t want to end up six feet under,


    hand them over peacefully"


    Jack sneered, "No matter who he is, he''d have to make way for my boss. Your boss is insignificant in


    buried will be you."


    The silver-masked man didn''t expect such audacity in Dawnstar. He swallowed his anger and asked,


    "Who exactly is your boss?"


    "Your daddy."


    Jack took another swing and ordered his henchmen, "Take them away. I can handle these punks


    myself.


    Seeing those men being led away, the silver-masked man seethed with rage, "You''re asking for it!"


    Gordon pulled up to the mansion, "Ms. Be, it''s gettingte. You should get some rest."


    “Thank you for the ride."


    Arabe stepped out of the car, greeted by the security guard at the main entrance, "Ms. Be."


    "Still working at this hour?"


    "It''s my shift tonight"


    Arabe nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."


    Inside the mansion.


    A few maids rushed forward as Arabe walked in, "Ms. Be, dinner is ready. Pleasee with us"


    Arabe hadn''t expected them to stay up thiste for her, let alone the extravagant spread that her


    uncle had ordered.


    “If there''s anything not to your liking, Ms. Be, please let us know.’ The man in the chef''s uniform


    smiled politely, "My name is Arthur"


    “You can call me Bowen,’ a plump man grinned warmly.


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    Arabe smiled back, “Did you two prepare this meal?"


    "Yes, we did."


    “Please, enjoy."


    “Thank you.” Arabe nced at the clock- half past midnight, "You should go rest now."


    "We''re not tired."


    Both chefs stood by, eager to hear Arabe''s feedback.


    Arabe picked up a piece of fish but paused just before taking a bite.


    Both chefs tensed up.


    "Is it not to your liking, Ms. Be?"


    "We can make something else."


    Arabe’s eyes softened, "It smells wonderful. It just reminded me of my mother."


    The two chefs exhaled in relief, having feared Arabe didn''t like it.


    They saw Arabe eat the meat, veggies, soup, and even finish the spaghetti.


    “Everything is perfect. There''s nothing to improve.” Arabe wiped her lips with a napkin, grabbed her


    bag and said, “I''ll leave the cleaning to you."


    "Not a problem, Ms. Be. Get some rest."


    "Yes, goodnight."


    "Goodnight""


    As Arabe ascended the stairs, she suddenly steadied herself on the railing, pausing for a moment


    before she continued upstairs.


    At 1:30 am, the light in Arabe’s room went out.