Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

It seemed Esther found a sense of security in the company of the seemingly distant yet kind-hearted secretary.

"I guess we could if we really put our effort into it," she replied.

Amelia couldn't help but laugh at Esther's naive statement. "Alright, Miss Esther, my comrade. Keep working hard." "Why aren't you scared? The girl next to you was shaking like a leaf." Esther couldn't hide her curiosity. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Amelia gave Esther a once-over and smiled. "You could say the same for yourself."

Esther was expecting that question. So, she showed her palm, marked with her nails.

Amelia looked at Esther admiringly. "You were so nervous but didn't faint. That's pretty amazing."

Esther heaved a long sigh and sat on a wooden stool.

Amelia stared at Esther for a while, then screamed, "I got it. You're Esther!"

Esther, puzzled, looked up. "Didn't I tell you my name earlier?"

just remembered.

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an even better idea

Amelia's sudden burst of enthusiasm. But then she sensed something amiss. "How

looked awkward and hesitant. "Well,

knowingly. "I

guard. "How could you tell? I thought I hid it

head. "You

Amelia feel defeated. "What

were too calm, which was weird. But we could say you're just brave. Then, when Mister Finnegan chose you, you weren't surprised. Most women

said I was your comrade. That's something a police officer might

to be saved. That means you must

After piecing everything together,

but

get to her head. Instead,

conflicted. "So... what brings

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