Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"I bet you're pretty shocked, Mister Jonathan. You're probably wondering how I got this," Pearl said, holding up the document and giving it a little wave. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to you." "Where did you find that contract?" Jonathan asked, suddenly realizing he might have shown his true intentions. Quickly trying to cover his tracks, he added, "That document is a fake. I don't know where you got it, but please don't use it to try and frame me."

"A fake?" Pearl was unimpressed, shaking her head at his bold lie. "Well, why don't you take a closer look and see for yourself?"

Jonathan hesitantly picked up the document, and as he read, he began to sweat a lot. It turned out the contract did have his signature, even though it was a copy. His signature was right there at the bottom. "It wasn't me," he protested weakly, knowing full well he had no other option but to deny everything.

Pearl signed inwardly at his stubborn refusal to own up. "Since you won't admit it, I'll have to prove it in another way."

was

it. Your signature is on it, after all. We'll compare it to your other signatures, and then we'll know the truth," Pearl explained with

this contract with Hugo before telling Cerubleu he was ending their

did you end our deal so suddenly? And why sign a new one with Hugo before officially

anything with just this. What if you made it up and forged this document?" he blurted out, though his voice was filled with

good reason. He was starting to feel the weight

chuckled and clapped her hands. A tall man walked in, and Jonathan's face went pale with fear. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

The star lawyer

Mister Jonathan, you might want to talk