The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 992

"So, you're aiming to one-up Grandpa Charles," Arabella smirked, calling it as she saw it.

Charles was the dean of Summerfield College, and he and Grandpa Beck were always in some sort of competition. Now that Bella had chosen to attend Grandpa Beck's Westerly College instead of Charles' Summerfield, Beck Barton was looking for a chance to rub it in his rival's face.

"I'll leave that opportunity to others." Arabella showed no interest in the college competitions. "I've got an important experiment to focus on."

Before she could finish her sentence, Grandpa Beck eagerly asked, "What sort of experiment? Let's do it together. I love a good challenge."

"I don't want to give you a heart attack," she replied.

Unwilling to back down, Grandpa Beck retorted, "I'd like to see what kind of experiment could possibly stump me!"

He was confident that, with Bella's help, there wasn't an experiment in the world they couldn't crack.

"Alright, I'll have someone send you the blood samples later." Arabella thought having an extra hand wouldn't hurt. The sooner they could detoxify Carol's body, the better. She couldn't afford to waste more time.

"As for the college competition, you should at least come and lead a team. It's settled with you, the top scorer, boosting their morale."

Then he quickly ended the call to prevent Arabella from declining and switched off his phone.

Arabella was speechless.

Two days later.

Grandpa Beck was in the lab, fuming and glaring at the data. "I'll crack this, you'll see!"

Arabella walked in to see him with bags under his eyes, still wrestling with the data. She couldn't help but smile, "I told you, I don't want to give you a heart attack."

"Bella, how much are you earning from this project?"

It must be a substantial amount.