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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1986
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Serena's glare was so intense it seemed her eyeballs were on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

“If it weren't for your stupidity, you'd be the one lounging on the Collins family's plush sofa right now, enjoying the comfort of

family, living the high life with designer clothing and gourmet food. If | were you, | would have cozied up to Arabella the moment

she stepped back into this place. Not for anything else, but simply because she's better than me, and worth learning from.”

Serena let out a cold laugh, “She won't befriend just anyone. You don't know her at all.”

“Really?” Octavia skeptically didn't buy it, her smile widening, “At yesterday's live stream, her friends occupied several tables. |

guess it's only you who can't reconcile with the idea that someone's outshining you, who can't bear to see someone doing better,

who refuses to make friends with the top dogs.”

Serena was fuming with humiliation and anger.

Just then, a sneering voice drifted over.

“Octavia, why waste your breath on a lost cause?”

Hearing that voice, Serena had a sinking feeling.

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Alma and her entourage, laden with shopping bags, were heading their way. Upon spotting Serena, their faces twisted into smug

smirks.

“Alma, are you out shopping too?” Octavia turned and her expression softened instantly.

“It's the holiday season, how could | not pick up a little something for my Bella?” Alma approached Serena, looking down on her

with disdain, “What happened to the high-and-mighty girl of yesteryear? How did you end up like this?”

Serena turned her face away, not wanting to engage.

“What's the matter, did you break your leg? Have you beca cripple? No servants to escort you out and about?”

Alma’s words prompted a chorus of giggles from her friends.

“Oh, Alma, you're well aware as we do, she was kicked out by the Collins family.How would she get servants from now.”

“She’s probably struggling just to make ends meet. You did say her birth parents were nothing more than a butler and a maid.”

“You know, the nerve of spoor folks these days. To give their daughter a better life, they'll go to great lengths.”

“Look at her in this mall, not buying a single thing, likely just here to reminisce about the once lavish lifestyle of her days as a rich

debutante.”

“Alma, for old time's sake, since she once called you sister, why don’t you help her out? Give her a little something. Otherwise, how

will she get by?”

Pretending to be sympathetic, Alma responded, “All right, since you all insist.”

She opened her wallet, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and tossed it at Serena's face with contempt.

Serena instinctively swatted it away, and the bill fluttered to the ground.

“Oh, Alma, she’s accustomed to living like a princess, one hundred bucks is nothing to her.”

“She’s longing for jewelry, designer dresses, and handbags."

“Desiring the life of a princess without the pedigree.”

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“She should hydrate more and reflect on her character when she reflects in the water.”

“Here's what we'll do, considering you were once affectionately called you ‘sister’ by Alma, I'll reluctantly offer you this designer

scarf | just bought, which costa pretty penny. All you have to do is get down on your knees, give our dear Alma a deep bow,

and thank her sincerely.”

The group erupted in laughter.

Serena couldn't bear to swallow her pride. She reached for the control on her wheelchair, set to wheel away.

But in the next instant, Alma kicked her wheelchair, spinning her back to her starting point.

“We're all trying to help you out of the goodness of our hearts, and you can't even say thank you? Are you just going to roll away

like that, isn't that rather impolite?”

Serena knew that sitting in the wheelchair, she was as vulnerable as a sitting duck, completely at their mercy. Clenching her teeth,

she managed to utter, “Move.”

“She’s angry, hahaha.” they jeered, refusing to budge, eager to see her flushed with indignation.