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.

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

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

was a slim hope, she had

direct phone call didn't work, Pearl decided to

Enterprises and asked politely, "I'd like

If one didn't know

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

paused, then took out her phone, showing

come to the office to see him. But we discussed it over the phone, so there's no specific record." She was very

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

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her this time but directly pointed in her direction. "This

sunglasses and