The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 522 At that moment, Arabella shot Alberto a glance, her expression practically shouting: Granny likes it, she thinks you're really thoughtful.

Alberto grinned, clearly pleased.

“I'm going to go grab the cake, you guys chat,” Arabella washed her hands and took the cake out of the box.

The cake was adorable, a smiling granny surrounded by a ring of peaches with various fruits as decorations, and the words ‘Longevity and Health® were written on top.

Alberto had started making that before dawn, under the guidance of a few pastry chefs. Though he wasted quite a bit of ingredients, he finally managed to make a decent-looking cake.

Grace couldn't figure out who made it. She laughed and asked, “Bella, did you make this? It's so pretty!” She knew that her granddaughter was a whizz at baking.

However, Arabella gave a little smile, “I didn’t make it this time.” She couldn't pull off something this professional. The cake was filled with Alberto’s feelings for Grace. “Did you light the candles?” Arabella placed a ‘70° candle on the cake, to which Alberto quickly replied, “Letdo it! | have a lighter.” Seeing him pull out a lighter from his pocket, Grace looked surprised, “I didn’t think you smoked?” “Right.” Because Grace once mentioned she disliked the smell of smoke, Alberto hadn't touched a cigarette in decades. He lied calmly, “Bella askedto get it from downstairs.” Grace glanced at the brand of the lighter. It wasn’t something he could buy at a regular convenience store.

Catching her look, Alberto quickly added, “But | was afraid they wouldn't have it downstairs, so | borrowed one from one of my guys.” That cleared up the air, Grace put her doubts aside.

Arabella knew that this lighter was specially purchased by Alberto, just so he could personally light the candles at this moment.

“I'll pull the curtains.” In the flickering candlelight, Alberto sneakily glanced at Grace's radiant face, the face he’d been missing, and finally got a chance to see today.

Back when Grace’s husband was alive, he would see her under the disguise of business dealings, and if luck was on his side, he’d even catch a glimpse of Grace.

But since Grace's husband passed away, he hadn't seen Grace alone after attending the funeral.

After years of her absence from his sight, Grace’s bone—deep elegance made her even more womanly.

Tears welled up in Alberto’s eyes. If it wasn’t for Bella's invitation, he’d have to send his well-wishes to Grace from far away.

“Make a wish!” After singing the birthday song, Alberto gently prompted her.

Grace closed her eyes to make a wish, then blew out the candles.

Amidst the applause, Grace cut the cake into several pieces.

“You can only have a little bit,” Arabella reminded her.

“Alright, alright, I'm already satisfied with just a taste!” Grace took a bite.

“How does it taste?” Alberto eagerly asked.

“Delicious! Sweet but not cloying, it's just right.” “Lettry,” Alberto took a bite, then asked with concern, “How have you been feeling lately? Any discomfort?” “I've been much better; Bella is going to perform surgery ontomorrow.” “Don’t worry, Bella's a great surgeon, you'll blink, and the surgery will already be over.” “Haha, | sure hope so.” “Granny, after the surgery tomorrow, you'll be back to full health! Then you can go out more often.” “That would be great, I've been bedridden for months, I'm turning moldy.” feel tired, The three of them chatted and laughed until Grace started to feel tired, and Arabella and Alberto left together.

“If it wasn’t for you today, | wouldn't be able to attend this event, I'd regret it for the rest of my life,” Alberto patted Arabella’s shoulder, saying. “You're a good kid, thanks for your encouragement. With this experience, L.can leave this world without regrets.” Alberto laughed, then thought of Attlee and his ilk, his face cooled slightly, “Has that ungrateful son of hers been bothering Grace recently?” “He’s been here a few times, but the nurses chased him away. Sometimes they don't notice him, but in the end, Granny always kicks him out of the room.” “I knew that they couldn't keep still. The surgery’s tomorrow, we can’t have any problems.” “Don’t worry, I've installed surveillance in the room.” “Haha, great!” Alberto left the hospital with her, “I must go to Dawnstar to handle sthings, then I'll fly back. | can only rest easy after your granny’s surgery is successful.” Arabella knew that he wanted to accompany her granny through the surgery, so she nodded, “I also need to go back to the company to handle sthings, see you tomorrow.” “Alright.” Arabella got in the car and soon received a call from Dean.

Arabella calmly answered, “About ten minutes, how many designers do we have in total now?” “About thirty, but only six of them have won major awards.” “Mhm, set up a special column for these six on the official website, like Molly's column representing a certain style, constantly updating with new designs.” “Alright, no problem!” Dean immediately noted it down, and then said, “Speaking of Director Molly, a lot of people have been copying her designs recently, Ms. Bennett, do we need to step in?” Was that even a question? Arabella dismissively said, “Sue them one by one, until they're scared. Don’t worry about time, or the compensation being too low. In short, we need to let everyone know that anyone who dares to copy the works of any designer under the Collins group will be held legally responsible! They also need to apologize on the official website, we need to go after them until no one dares to copy.” “Right, I'm on it!” “I'm busy tomorrow morning, schedule anything important for today.” Because she was going to perform surgery on her granny tomorrow morning.

“Should | move tomorrow's meeting to today? A new company wants to discuss cooperation with us tomorrow morning, should | move that to today too?” “Mhm, alright,” After ending the call, Arabella continued driving.

She was busy at the company all day, spent the evening with Romeo, and handled spersonal matters at night.

After busting her ass until 2 am, Arabella had barely hit the sack when her phone started buzzing.

The persistent buzzing sounded especially jarring in the dead of night. Being a light sleeper, Arabella was quickly roused by the noise.