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.

how he immediately recognized her. Pearl smiled nervously. “Yes, I’m Pearl Leighton.”

outstanding. Today I get to see that it’s indeed

Jordan, 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

pain when the family was

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

nodded and began walking toward the stairs, with the

was childhood friends with Master Scott. She used to

stopped walking at the mention of her mother.

in love, but then a sculptor appeared out of nowhere and won your mother’s heart. They quickly became a couple after that.”

upset that he didn’t eat for three days. He couldn’t understand how his childhood friend had suddenly

couldn’t help but tear up at the depth of this