Chapter 1720


    Everyone made way as Martha strode up to Arabe with deliberate ease.


    She was no longer the former servant in the Collins family''s uniform, but rather sported a sleek short


    haircut, wearing leather jackets and pants, giving off a bit of a bossy assassin vibe.


    A chilly smile yed across Martha''s lips as she towered over Arabe, her gazeced with malice.


    "Surprised, are you?"


    In Arabe''s memory, Martha was the epitome of loyalty, a servant who would cry out in pain from a


    mere stumble, or weep profusely, begging for forgiveness for any minor transgression.


    But the woman before her bore an enormous contrast to the old servant etched in her recollection.


    Horace, clueless about this enigmatic older woman''s identity, could only sense an underlying vendetta


    between her and Arabe.


    "So, are all these your guys?" Arabe rose to her feet, a nonchnt smirk curving her lips, seemingly


    unfazed by the looming threat, and asked casually, "Who are you working for?"


    "Do you think you''re entitled to that information? All you need to know is that now you''re in my clutches,


    and I''ll make you beg for mercy and crave death!" Martha''sughter echoed like a specter from hell,


    chilling to the bone in the dead of night.


    Around them, more than twenty cars formed a tight circle,pletely trapping Arabe and Horace


    within.


    Martha has over a hundred henchmen, all armed and aimed at them. Any slight move from them and


    they''d be riddled with bullets in an instant.


    Horace felt the tension rising within him, his eyes instinctively searching for Arabe. He was about to


    measure the situation and follow her in a desperate breakout when he saw her casually raise both


    hands in a gesture of surrender.


    Horace''s eyes widened in shock. Was this something his boss would do?


    Back in the infamous triangr zone, amidst perilous chaos, Arabe had fought tooth and nail,


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    refusing to surrender, ultimately carving a bloody path to safety.


    Yet now, without a single shot fired, she was throwing in the towel.


    Had he been mistaken?


    The night was shattered by Martha''s shrillughter as Arabe raised her hands in surrender.


    "Arabe, Arabe, who would''ve thought you''d end up like this. Well, at least you''ve got some sense,"


    Martha said, clearly delighted by Arabe''s capittion, herughter betraying her tion. "No matter


    how swift you are, can you outrun a bullet? You''re Dr. Bell, with a knack for detecting any drug."


    Pacing before Arabe, Martha continued, "But s, your skills made you quite the catch."


    "So you resorted to underhanded tactics, didn’t you? Nora suddenly having a ''heart attack'' while flying


    me to Dawnstar, the mysterious figure at the mountaintop restaurant, the billboard that nearly crushed


    me, the nder against Ar-Bl-Clear Group''s skincare line, the lip-syncing scandal. Did you orchestrate


    all that?"


    "Sharp as ever," said Martha, her gaze tinged with pity and faux sympathy. "Too bad, you''ll be dying by


    my hand soon. Hand over everything you''ve got—phones, weapons, the works. Otherwise, if my


    people find anything during their search, you''ll be skinned alive."


    Herughter was both sinister and sly.


    Arabe tossed her phone and a folding pocket knife onto the ground.


    Seeing Arabeply, Horace decided to empty his pockets as well, throwing everything, including


    his watch, at Martha''s feet.


    Martha signaled to her subordinates with a nce, and promptly a man and a woman stepped forward


    to frisk them.


    After a while, they returned, having found nothing.