Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

The next day, Pearl noticed a flashy red sports car parked by the roadside. She hadn't paid much attention to the cars parked outside before, remembering that Silas's cars were usually ordinary and didn't attract much notice.

Then, a man in casual brown clothes got out of the car. He wore a bright, mischievous smile, but something about his expression seemed a bit odd.

With a familiar voice, he said, "Pea, I'm here to pick you up after work. Can you come home with me today?"

Pearl snorted coldly, thinking that changing his clothes didn't change his demeanor. He still acted as if she was about to meet his parents as the future daughter-in-law.

Well, if she had to play along, she might as well do it convincingly. She replied bluntly, "I haven't brought any gifts, and I'm not dressed for the occasion." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Silas pointed to the back seat, where there were already a bunch of gifts. "I've got everything ready for you. Plus, you're a guest, so don't worry about formalities. Enough talking, get in the car." Pearl shrugged indifferently and got into the car.

a tall entryway, a grand entrance, big arched windows, and fancy stonework,

stepped out of the car, she noticed a red carpet on the lawn. There were servants on either side, holding trays

at this setup... were they sure it wasn't

got out of the car. As soon as she stepped onto the red carpet, the servants started showering her with flower

was calm and happy, as if he expected all

no need to worry. Just follow me." Silas took a few steps forward and held

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