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-"

"Rick, guess what delicious food I brought for your lunch today? It's your favorite roast pork. Give it a try and see if it suits your taste." A woman's voice from the other end cut in. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

that this woman must be Richard's rumored fiancee,

ruthlessly ended, and 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,

slim hope,

to visit him in the

Waldorf Enterprises and asked politely, "I'd like to

one didn't know her well, they wouldn't

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

conflicted. She paused, then took out her phone, showing the receptionist the call record from about an hour

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

number. Anyone who could get hold of the president's private number must have

again, "Can I

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

her sunglasses and smiled,