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

I'll 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 the door, the noise of employees suddenly reached her ears, so she put away her phone. The situation in her company didn't allow her to sit idly

a slim hope, she

a direct phone call didn't work, Pearl decided to visit

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

huge sunglasses today. If one didn't know

still maintained professional courtesy, so she smiled and asked,

her phone, showing the receptionist the call record from about

him. But we discussed it over the

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

again, "Can I go up

receptionist didn't stop her this time but directly pointed in her direction. "This way, miss. The president's office is on the eighteenth

her sunglasses and smiled,