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.

knew that this woman

there's nothing else, 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

if there was a slim hope, she had to

didn't work, Pearl decided to

Enterprises and asked politely, "I'd like

one didn't know her well, they wouldn't

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

looked conflicted. She paused, then took out her phone, showing the receptionist the call

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

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

again, "Can I go up to

her direction. "This way, miss. The

sunglasses and smiled, "Thank