Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

If Silas had smiled at any other time, Celine might have fallen for it. But now, his smile seemed fake to her.

Given their work relationship, she hesitated to be upfront about her feelings. Besides, talking about it wouldn't help her.

She couldn't help but feel Pearl was affecting her chances of becoming Mrs. Quinton. If Pearl weren't so impressive, maybe Silas might have noticed her. Celine's mind was in turmoil. She didn't know how to control her thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, Celine?" Silas noticed Celine had spaced out, her expression a mix of fear and anticipation. It felt unsettling.

Celine snapped out of it and shook her head, looking at the man before her. "Nothing. Well, since I've already given you the contract, I'll get back to work now." Silas nodded with a smile. "Alright."

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thought things were settling down after the recent chaos, but another problem arose. A social media account named "PearlProber" suddenly

the person who vomited outside the bar that night. It even compared photos of Pearl and Celine, emphasizing that Pearl had

this could be risky, so Pearl created a fake account to argue with the article's

matter of angles. You can't judge it based on

it obvious? From body proportions to various details, everything points more to

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[I'm just trying to reveal the truth. How does that make me

hardly anything was visible. How can you be so sure it was Pearl? You talk like you know her well.] Author: [Heh. If I

enraged she nearly revealed her identity. But she knew

you're so sure it's Pearl,

more. She had dinner with Silas and