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.

needing to guess, Pearl immediately knew that this woman must be Richard's rumored

contact with him. Outside the door, the noise of

there was a slim hope, she had to

to visit him in the

of Waldorf Enterprises and asked politely, "I'd

wore huge sunglasses today. If one didn't know her well, they

her familiar demeanor, she was surprised. But she still maintained professional courtesy, so she smiled and asked, "Do you

out her phone, showing the receptionist the call record from

the office to see him. But we discussed it over the

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

boldly asked again, "Can I go

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

pushed her sunglasses and smiled,