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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Pearl immediately knew that this woman must be

reminded her that she truly couldn't have any contact

a slim hope, she

phone call didn't work, Pearl decided to visit him in the

at the front desk of Waldorf Enterprises and asked

didn't know her well, they wouldn't

With her familiar demeanor, she was surprised. But she still maintained professional courtesy, so she

her phone, showing the receptionist the call record from about an

to come to the office to see him. But we discussed it over the phone,

was indeed their president's personal number. Anyone who could get hold of the president's private number must have an extraordinary

asked again, "Can I go up to see

stop her this time but directly pointed in her direction. "This way, miss. The

her sunglasses and smiled,