Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Hugo was right behind Richard, hands in his pockets. He watched the unfolding drama with a curious gaze, occasionally stroking his chin as if deeply entertained.

Pearl crossed her arms, her expression unreadable.

"Rick, my hands are really hurting..." Winona said, holding out her hands in an exaggerated way.

Richard hesitated for a moment before helping her up, their closeness leaving Pearl at a loss for words. It struck Pearl that maybe letting them come to the set was a mistake; it felt like trouble was brewing. "Rick, you saw that, didn't you? Pearl pushed me for no reason. You've got to stand up for me," Winona complained, looking down but sneaking peeks at Pearl. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Pearl was quite puzzled. These women were usually so pleasant, but they turned hostile toward her.

and now Winona. Richard's romantic

unfazed, challenged, "Got any proof I pushed you without

guard by Pearl's admission. Pearl's tactic left her scrambling, her planned accusations falling

kind to me? Are you jealous? I get it, moving on from someone as great as Rick

jumped in to defend Pearl. "Rick this, Rick that, why so noisy?

was lost on how to deal with a crazy

Winona pleaded, trying to maintain her composure

set your hair on fire!" she threatened, making Winona instinctively protect her hair. "You can't do that, Este. It's against the law..." Winona

defiance, suggested, "Let's check the security cameras. That'll show us the