Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

But Hugo's words failed to provoke any reaction from Richard. If Hugo truly orchestrated their separation, then he had to admit Hugo was not as dumb as he had imagined.

"So, Rick, it seems you and Pearl aren't meant to be. Why don't you just step aside and let me take care of her? You don't have to worry," Hugo suggested, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly which buttons to push to rile Richard up.

"Don't hold your breath. Pearl would never choose you even if it wasn't me," Richard retorted, confident in Pearl's feelings for him.

Hugo's smug expression faltered as he gnashed his teeth. "Don't act so cocky. You're not right for her. But I'll make the most of this situation once you two break up."

"You've got quite the imagination," Richard remarked dryly before turning on his heel and leaving.

Hugo seethed with frustration. Richard's calmness only served to annoy him further.

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his way to the investigation room. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

guard. "Mister Hugo, what brings you here?" the doctor asked, surprised

one of the most distinguished seniors during his college years, achieving a level of success unmatched by anyone who followed. Lecturers often displayed his photograph with pride, some basking in the glory of having

good looks garnered him an extensive fanbase. Indeed, it was rare for anyone not to

course simply because of his presence, willing to endure the rigorous demands just to be near him. The situation was, admittedly, quite intense. Hugo, however, eventually

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some medication," Hugo replied with a charming smile, sensing the doctor's eagerness

poured him a glass of water. "If there's anything you need, Mister Hugo, please don't hesitate to ask.

need for that. I just wanted