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..."

speechless. She was just joking, but Blake

crisis has been resolved, it's time for us to go back." He then cast a glance at Blake,

"You didn't have to tell

"Alright, thank

Blake. "What...

you see any other

turned red. "Fine, I won't argue with you since you called me that. Don't worry, your company will be just

a touching moment

to part ways. Let's make a

"Hear, hear!"

turned out that they weren't as skilled at drinking as

beet red, and his speech became incoherent. "Listen. You

she heard Richard's name.