Chapter 1643


    "Hi," Romeo''s voice was more formal than before,cking the seductive undertone it carried earlier, but


    there was a hint of warmth in it. Horace knew that this touch of warmth came from the boss''s influence.


    "Did Be get through the night without any scrapes?" Romeo asked softly.


    "No, the boss''s got some slick moves; took them all on single-handedly."


    "Focus on driving," Arabe swiveled the camera back to Horace.


    "Was there a fight?" Romeo''s tone wasced with concern, "Did you get hurt?"


    "No."


    Maybe to ease his worry, Arabe added, "Just a bunch of nobodies."


    Horace was stunned. The boss called that 300-pound muscle-bound boxer a nobody? And what about


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    Zebulon''s dozens of henchmen?


    "I thought this trip was supposed to be a cakewalk, just a quick pick-up and meet with the client before


    heading back?" Romeo''s worry was evident, "What happened? I can send some guys from Mafia C to


    back you up."


    Mafia C??


    Horace''s eyes bulged, his mouth agape in shock. Was he out of the loop, or had the boss not made the


    announcement? Romeo was with Mafia C?


    And if he could dispatch Mafia C''s men at will, could Romeo be Mafia C''s boss?? The possibility made


    Horace freeze in ce. He couldn''t fathom the boss being involved with someone from Mafia C.


    "Everything''s been taken care of tonight." Arabe gestured with the backpack nearby, "We''ve got the


    goods."


    "Is the rest of the trip going to be dangerous?"


    "It''s safe."


    "Don''t lie to me."


    "Really, it''s just some fashion designs for a client, then heading back. You take care of things at


    Dawnstar; don''t worry about me here."


    At that moment, Horace wished he could turn invisible. He''d never expected the boss and Romeo to be


    so tender with each other behind closed doors.


    It was so bittersweet. This was the first time he''d seen two fearsome figures show such a different side


    in private.


    After chatting with Romeo for a few minutes until they reached the hotel entrance, Arabe finally


    ended the video call.


    "Boss, I''ll walk you up."


    Before Arabe could protest, Horace was out of the car, opening the door for her and carefully holding


    her bag.


    Back in the presidential suite, Horace couldn''t help but express his concern, "Boss, those guys might


    not find this ce tonight, but if they do, you can twist the wallmp behind the sofa to reveal a fire


    escape. If there''s trouble, call me first, don''t try to handle it alone."


    Good, he was learning to care. Arabe''s lips curled into a smile, "Got it."


    "Well then, boss, I''ll leave you to rest," Horace closed the door behind her.


    It was nearly 1 a.m. Arabe took a bath and fell asleep soon after.


    Early in the next morning, Arabe woke up to several messages, one of which was from her bestie.


    [Be, are you in Belloria by any chance? Heard about some young woman stirring up trouble at


    Zebulon''s jointst night, even knocked a boxer on his backside. I bet it was you, am I right?]


    The sender was Ophelia Almond, one of Arabe''s closest friends.


    Arabe texted back, [It was me.]


    Ophelia called her, and after hearing the whole story, she too was fuming.


    [These jerks deserve a lesson. Last time at another underground ring I saw them forcing an old man to


    fight, I trashed the ce too.]


    Bullying the weak was the lowest of the low.


    "These people will do anything for a buck; they don''t see others as human," Ophelia''s voice was filled


    with righteous anger. Arabe smiled, "What have you been up totely?"