Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl watched Richard finish a call at the entrance. After that, he confidently took her hand, leading her inside.

Howard was already inside, waiting for their arrival. He stood out in his navy blue suit, his silver hair combed to perfection, exuding a mix of amiability and elegance.

"Have you two made up your minds?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

Richard stepped forward, effectively becoming the spokesperson for both of them. "Indeed, we have. However, we're here to discuss certain terms with you," he declared, his tone firm yet open for negotiation. Howard's initial smile wavered at this unexpected stance. "Terms? What sort of terms are you proposing?"

Richard locked eyes with him, his expression serious. "Firstly, how can we trust your word? You claim to have Pearl's mother in your custody, but where's the proof?"

"Proof?" Howard's patience seemed to thin, his hand slamming down on the table with force. "The evidence is the reality of the situation, whether you choose to accept it or not. If you're here to waste time or deceive me, then we have nothing further to discuss."

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