Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

The situation in the office was getting more urgent each day. Pearl couldn't afford any delays, so she took out her phone and dialed that familiar number.

After a couple of rings, someone answered.

"Hello. How can I help you?" The voice from the other end sounded cold and distant.

"I have something I'd like to trouble you with-" Pearl began, but before she could finish her words, a colder voice interrupted, "Nope."

She knew this would be the answer, but it still hurt her.

"But I-"

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to guess, Pearl immediately knew that

the mechanical beeping sound reminded her that she truly couldn't have any contact with him. Outside the door, the noise of employees suddenly reached her ears, so she put away her phone. The situation in

there was a slim hope,

work, Pearl decided to visit him in the office personally

Enterprises and

one didn't know

seen Pearl before. With her familiar demeanor, she was surprised. But she still maintained professional courtesy, so she smiled and asked, "Do you have an appointment with

her phone, showing the receptionist the call record

the phone, so there's no specific record." She was very careful with

Anyone who could get hold of the president's private number must have an extraordinary identity. Thinking about this, she

"Can I go up to see him

but directly pointed in her direction. "This way, miss. The president's office is on

her sunglasses