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

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 the door, the noise of employees suddenly reached her ears, so she put away her phone. The situation

a slim hope, she

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

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

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

her phone, showing the

we discussed it over the phone, so there's no specific

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

"Can I go up to

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

her sunglasses