Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

They arrived in Bodgow, and as they disembarked, a Maybach pulled up to pick them. up. The car had a discreet color scheme, much like Damian himself.

Pearl noticed the well–dressed driver and couldn’t resist a playful remark. “Haven’t you been abroad? How did you manage the Scott household?”

Damian rolled his eyes at her comment. “Tell me how Cerubleu manages to run so smoothly while you just stand there and do nothing?”

Pearl froze–he made sense.

She accompanied Damian to Scotts Manor, feeling a mix of emotions. The manor appeared old, but it was obviously constructed only a few years ago.

Once they got out of the car, a butler greeted them.

“Welcome home, sir,” the stern–faced butler said. He was the same butler who had visited Damian’s family when their manor caught fire years ago. Upon hearing about the family’s situation, he had nearly had a heart attack

“This… must be Miss Pearl,” the butler added, his eyes still sharp but with a hint of hidden.

emotions.

her. Pearl smiled nervously. “Yes, I’m Pearl

Today I get to

Pearl wasn’t happy to hear that. However, since he was the butler for the Scotts, she kept her composure. “Thank you for the compliment. The Scotts are actually the outstanding

a hint of pain when the family was

Let me show you to it. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask,” he said, turning to extend his arm for

walking toward the

Master Scott. She used to come here to play,” the butler

walking at the mention

of nowhere and won your mother’s heart. They

“Master Scott was so upset that he didn’t eat for three days. He couldn’t understand how his childhood friend had suddenly fallen for someone else. How could he not be sad? However, Master Scott recovered well and decided he would

help but tear up at the