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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1553
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[Alright,] Romeo queried, [you hitting the sack yet?]

[Just wrapping up sstuff.]

Without missing a beat, Romeo shot her a video call. Arabella was taken aback but tapped 'Accept'.

"I'll keep you company." He kept the video running, watching her work in silence, not wanting to break her concentration.

Arabella propped her phone against a tissue box, flipping through her files, scanning each page meticulously.

Romeo admired her from the other side of the screen, her eyelashes fluttering lightly with focus, her well-defined nose, clear eyes,

and striking features. She was breathtaking, to say the least.

"Livestreaming's all the rage lately. My crew's thinking of getting sbig-nstreamers to help push this season's line, says it'll

move faster than the usual."

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No sooner had Arabella finished speaking than Romeo chimed in, "True that. Last tMcMllian Corporation had a bunch of

overstocked watches—pricey and outdated. Couldn't move 'em in stores, but the streamers sold them out."

"Are they asking for a salary of a hundred grand per hour plus a 10% commission?"

"Depends on the streamer. Duration, product type, even the size of the partnering firm—all factor into their rates. I'll have Carl

shoot their rate card over to you, so you've got a ballpark for your first hire."

"Is it alright forto see your internal stuff?"

"Of course." Romeo quickly pinged Carl.

In no time, Carl emailed Arabella the streamers’ rate card and even shared shaggling tips.

A little while later, Louisa knocked on the door, "Bella, you asleep? Mom sent over ssnacks."

"Just cin." Arabella's gaze didn't stray from her documents for even a second.

"I made you ssoup. Romeo?" Louisa's eyes widened at the sight of the handsface on her daughter's phone. Were they

video chatting? Had she interrupted something?

"Mrs. Collins, still up this late?" Romeo's voice was warm and polite. "And you brought Bella sfood. That's really kind of you."

Louisa was momentarily flustered, "Ah, yes, | thought Bella might need a break from work. Are you keeping her company

remotely?"

"That's right."

"Sweet boy, | appreciate that. Well, you two carry on. I'll leave you to it." Heartened to see her daughter wasn't alone, even in

work, Louisa quickly exited.

"Eat it while it's hot, don't let it get cold," Romeo urged.

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"Let it sit for a bit." Arabella reviewed the financial report one more time, spotting a decimal error made by her team—a close call

but caught just in time.

After she worked for a while longer and downed the soup in one go, Romeo watched as her focus returned to her tasks.

"Ever been told you're a workaholic?"

"Isn't 'workaholic' your exclusive title, Mr. Romeo?" Arabella jotted down notes with her pen, her tone playful.

"Guess we're the workaholic couple then. Our poor employees."

Arabella couldn't help but laugh, "Get outta here."

"Yes, my dear wife." Romeo quieted down again.

It wasn't until the clock hit 2:50 AM that Arabella finished up her work, took a shower, and finally crawled into bed for swell-

deserved rest.