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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needing to guess, Pearl immediately knew that this

hang up now." Before Pearl could say much, the call was ruthlessly ended, and the mechanical beeping sound reminded her that she truly couldn't have any contact with him. Outside

was a slim hope,

work, Pearl decided to visit him in the office personally and catch him

the front desk of Waldorf Enterprises and asked politely,

If one didn't

But she still maintained professional courtesy, so she smiled and asked, "Do you have an appointment

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

him. But we discussed it over the phone, so there's no specific record." She was very careful with her words, not missing a

receptionist seemed convinced. After all, this phone was indeed their president's personal number. Anyone who could get hold of the president's private number must have an extraordinary identity. Thinking about this, she suddenly felt a sense

asked again, "Can I

her direction. "This way, miss. The president's

her sunglasses and