Chapter 1722


    Arabe tilted her chin up at Horace with a look that said, "Rx, I''ve got this."


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    To the casual observer, she seemed to be signaling Horace not to rile up Martha. But Horace, who had


    spent enough time with Arabe, instantly understood the meaning behind her gaze. He got the


    message loud and clear.


    Chuckling under his breath, he threw a defiant re at the female killer, his posture slouched and


    rebellious, though noticeably less vtile than before.


    "The little mutt sure knows how to obey." Martha sneered as she flicked Arabe''s bun, pacing back


    and forth. "What to do, what to do? I don’t catch you every day, and now I find myself almost reluctant


    to see you dead."


    Arabe raised her clear eyes, her tone as calm as a gentle breeze, "I''m bound to die at your hands


    sooner orter, so why not let me die with some rity? Is it because I''ve returned to this house,


    threatening your daughter''s status, that you think I should die?"


    Suddenly, Martha''s eyes shed with a fierce glint, scrutinizing Arabe.


    "Are you recording this? Or is there a hidden camera on you? I''ve been feeling something''s off since


    the start. With your defiant spirit, you wouldn''t surrender so easily, and you''ve been fishing for my


    words. Search for her! And not just her! Search that loyal pup of hers thoroughly!"


    With a cold snort, Arabe''s lips curled into a mocking smile, "So, I''m that formidable in your eyes,


    huh?"


    "Shut it!" Martha snapped, flustered and infuriated.


    Two of Martha''s guys took turns patting Arabe down. They tugged at her bun, finding nothing but


    lush hair, and the hair tie was just an ordinary one, adorned with a tiny diamond tiara.


    Her clothes were casual, pockets in her hoodie, and trousers were all checked—no suspicious items.


    Horace, too, was searched from head to toe repeatedly, and still, nothing out of the ordinary was found.


    Even his shoes were taken off, and the insoles flipped, revealing nothing hidden.


    Martha eyed Arabe suspiciously and asked, "What kind of game are you ying?"


    "I''m tied up, my phone''s been smashed, and my only ally is in your capture. Surrounded by over a


    dozen of your armed men, so what tricks could I possibly y?"


    Hearing this, Martha''s triumphant smirk returned, her earlier doubts subsiding, reced by a vindictive


    grin.


    "If you had been thispliant from the get-go, you wouldn''t be in this mess." Martha''s venomous


    gaze fell upon Arabe, "But you just had to act all high and mighty."


    It was so irritating!


    "When have I ever been high and mighty? Don''t those words suit your daughter more?" Arabe


    couldn''t help butugh, "For eighteen years, your daughter basked in luxury under my name. When I


    came back, I didn''t make a fuss. I let her stay and continue living in opulence. Shouldn''t you be


    grateful?"


    "Grateful to you?" Martha scoffed as if she heard the most absurd thing, herugh cold, "Had you been


    friendly and humble with Serena, I indeed would have spared you. But what did you do? You hurt her


    time and again."


    Arabe was confused. When had she ever hurt Serena?


    From the day she returned to the house, it was Serena who had been hurting her with backhanded


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