Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Yelena's heart skipped a beat when she saw the fierceness in Pearl's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She knew she was the pampered Miss Yelena and didn't have to be afraid of someone with an unknown background.

"Don't try to threaten me here. I'm not scared of you." She dusted off her clothes and stood up. With her hands on her hips, she confronted Pearl, "I don't care who you are. But I'm warning you, stay away from Silas and my house."

"How amusing. You want me to leave?" Pearl approached Yelena and chuckled. "If Silas hadn't invited me here, I wouldn't have come. Besides, this is the Quinton Residence. Isn't it embarrassing to cause a scene here when you're not even a Quinton?"

Yelena's face turned red with anger. "Cut the crap! This is my aunt's house. What's wrong with me being here?"

"Don't treat your aunt's house as your own. And you should work on your bad temper."

Pearl pretended to dust off her hand and turned away abruptly. "Alright, since your family doesn't seem to welcome me, I'll leave. Goodbye."

Without hesitation, Pearl walked away.

away in

anger at Yelena. "Do you

while watching Pearl leave, but Silas's question

from today onwards, I won't care if you're my relative or not." With that, he stopped looking at Yelena's pale face and left. Yelena watched them all leave one by one while she stood there like a laughingstock,

wouldn't let Pearl off the

of the house, and no one dared to stop her. It was only after leaving that she remembered to text

her phone and saw a series of apologetic

[I'm sorry.]

it. I won't let

begging you. Please text me

mad. You'll

to you on

who was at fault and