Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 529

The next morning, Pearl was roused from her slumber by a ringing phone. She rubbed her eyes, groped for her phone beneath her pillow, and answered the call.

Her eyes were puffy from exhaustion. After the guests departed the previous night, it was already ten o’clock. By the time she finished her nightly routine and climbed into bed, it was midnight.

A familiar, cold, and slightly husky voice emanated from the other end of the line. “Pea.”

Pearl startled awake, sitting up in bed, the morning sun streaming into her eyes. She shielded them with her hand. “Damian, you’re back?”

“Yes. I should have asked them to inform you yesterday. Still in bed? Have you grown lazy because I haven’t trained you for too long?”

Damian’s voice was deep, clear, and carried a touch of drowsiness, as if he had just awakened. It sounded good.

“No, that’s not possible. I woke up at five for my morning jog and only went back to sleep after that. I’m not lazy.” Pearl was obviously lying as her eyes darted around.

However, when she spotted the hands of the wall clock, pointing to noon, her face turned pale.

long enough.” Damian couldn’t be bothered to expose her lie. He walked along the street, dragging his luggage behind him, the wheels clacking

Should I come pick you up?” Pearl held the phone with her shoulder as she rummaged through her closet. “Or you can tell me

busy. He replied, “No need. I’ve already found my rental place.”

money. Why are you renting a place?”

apartment building and entered a room. The room,

was eighteen, determined to start working. Unfortunately…” Damian trailed off, squinting as he reminisced. “Unfortunately, my parents passed away, and I

changed the subject.

couch, and crossed his legs. “Oh, is Mister Richard willing to let his fiancee go out for drinks

as ‘men‘ in that context.” Pearl chuckled but realized she made a mistake, so she covered her mouth.

to take a shower, so you do whatever you need to do.” Damian had always been direct, so he hung up promptly.

pile of clothes, feeling a jumble of

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gentle knock sounded at the door. That was what Richard would usually do.

Richard standing there, lips pursed, with a hint of