Chapter 90
But then the guy replied, “The USB port is gone.”
“What about the spare key?” Arabella asked.
“Uh, lost that too.” The servant answered.
“Well, take out the dead battery from the door lock and replace it with a new one.” Arabella suggested.
“No spare batteries either.” The servant said.
Arabella was speechless. How come these servants didn’t have anything prepared for the door?
Seeing his shifty eyes, Arabella quickly caught on and smirked.
“Just go tell my grandpa that I’m ready to leave.” Arabella got up, ready to go.
“Miss, please wait, let me inform Mr. Phillip. Please stay here.” The servant said.
Seeing Arabella determined to leave, he hurried off to find Phillip.
Phillip waved his hand dismissively after hearing her story, “No worries, I’ve already had the USB port removed and the spare key and battery hidden. She can’t leave unless the power comes back on.”
As Arabella approached the front door, she noticed signs of the USB port being tampered with and the hidden spare key and battery were missing, obviously taken away.
She smirked, turning to the man before her, “Your grandpa sure went to great lengths for you.”
“It’s for you.” Romeo held her, word by word, “He likes you a lot and wants you to stay.”
Arabella thought, “Stay? So this guy can take advantage of me? No way!”
She placed her fingers on the key pad, punching in a few numbers. Soon enough, the door swung open.
The servants around were stunned. How did the young miss do it? The door was clearly locked. Didn’t Mr. Phillip say it was impossible to open without power?!
Romeo didn’t expect her to bypass the system, rendering the password useless. This girl knew a lot of tricks.
“I just keyed in randomly, let’s go.” Arabella was the first to walk out the door, but hadn’t gotten far when she heard a voice.
“Miss, please wait. Mr. Phillip suddenly had a heart attack, please come and check!” The servant shouted out.
Arabella was speechless. Though suspicious, she hurried over to help. A servant led the way with a brown emergency light, taking her to Phillip’s room.
“Oh, my heart.” Phillip laid in bed, pretending to be ill.
“Grandpa, where do you feel uncomfortable?” The moment Arabella’s hand touched his wrist, she knew what was up.
“Miss, how is Mr. Phillip, is he okay?” Brodie asked.
རྒྱུ འབ ཆ ཅ ན བ ཉེན སྙན འོ
Arabella smirked, retracting her hand, and lazily replied, “He’s perfectly fine. If I must say something, he probably ate too much and is feeling a bit bloated.”
Phillip and the butler didn’t expect Arabella to catch on so quickly that he was faking; they were both taken back.
“Grandpa, you should rest.” Arabella didn’t call him out, but gently said, “I really should go home If I’m out any later, my parents will worry!”
“Miss, please stay! If the master has an emergency in the middle of the night, we won’t be able to find a doctor in time.” Brodie tried hard to convince her.
“Yes, you can stay in the room on the third floor. Romeo’s room is on the other side of the corridor, you two will be separate.” Phillip added.
“Most importantly, it’s been a long time since the house was this lively! You and the young master are always busy with work, we don’t know when you’ll be able to visit again.” Brodie said.
“You’re the daughter–in–law of the McMillian family. It’s only reasonable for you to stay at the McMillian’s! If you feel it’s not proper, I can arrange for you two to register your marriage at the town hall right away!” Phillip said.
Arabella was speechless. This was really unnecessary.
