Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

In the private room, Pearl expressed her gratitude to Raymond and Blake for their contributions and assistance. Then, she inquired about their next steps.

"Of course, I'll let you handle it. Now that you've recovered, I won't interfere in your company's affairs," Raymond answered. He was unaware of Pearl's health condition, assuming it was a standard illness. Naturally, he would leave her in charge of the company since she was no longer unwell.

"Mm." Pearl nodded, not wanting to burden them further after their timely help. "Are you guys going back to Bodgow?"

Blake lounged in his seat, resting his head on his hand. "Why? Can't stand to see us go?"

Pearl rolled her eyes, not taking Blake's teasing too seriously. "No, I'm actually looking forward to you guys leaving."

Blake still enjoyed making sarcastic remarks, but he grew curious about her statement. "You didn't act this way when we were helping you. But now that we're done, you want us to leave? Is that how it is?" "You've finished helping me. Shouldn't you be on your way?" Pearl retorted.

"Hey, I helped you, and now you're turning mean. Well, I guess I can handle it..."

was speechless. She was just joking, but Blake took it seriously, escalating

back." He then cast a glance at Blake, who still seemed grumpy. "Don't be too hard on him. He took a risk by secretly coming

have to tell

unwavering loyalty. "Alright, thank you, Raymond, and my...

Blake.

see any

me that. Don't worry, your company

a touching moment of

feeling like an outsider, cleared his throat. "After this meal, we'll have to part ways.

"Hear, hear!"

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was stunned when she