Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

The man staring at them was Richard. His friend had called him out for drinks after work. Not long after

he took his seat, he saw Pearl walk in with a man. Richard’s gaze was dark, and his friend noticed that.

Following his eyes, the friend spotted a woman in a black floral dress with wavy hair cascading over

her shoulders. Her face was cold, and the dim lights made her look gorgeous and mysterious. Justin

Newton teased Richard by saying, “Oh wow, Big Mister Richard has finally taken a fancy to someone.

Have you fallen for that girl? She is quite pretty. Want me to get her number for you? Wait a second…

Is she sitting with Wayne Sharp?” Richard frowned and asked, “Wayne Sharp?” Justin nodded. “Yeah,

Wayne is the vice president of the mysterious Cerubleu Corporation.” Cerubleu had always been a

mysterious company. It was a large and powerful publicly listed company, but very few knew the

identity of its chairman. For many years, Wayne had been the face of the company. “But Rick, you’re

way better than Wayne. I bet you can win that girl’s heart.” “You talk too much,” Richard commented

icily. He then looked back at Pearl with an inquisitive gaze. She had just come to Enswood, so how was

she acquainted with Wayne? “But it’s true, Rick. That girl is very pretty, but Wayne is a known playboy.

What a pity…” Richard did not respond. He picked up his wine and sipped it as he watched Wayne

leave the bar counter. Soon, many people turned to look at Pearl. One lewd-looking man walked up to

her with a glass in hand. “Hey there, pretty. Wanna be friends and grab a drink together?” “I have

friends.” The man’s face stiffened, and he smilingly said, “Come on, let’s be friends. I’ll pay for your

drinks. How about it?” “No.” The wine had gone to the man’s head. When he saw Pearl’s indifferent

expression, he said, “Stop being cheeky. Didn’t you wear such revealing clothes to the bar to try and

hook up with a rich guy? I’m rich, so tell me, how much do you want?” As Richard observed the scene

from upstairs, Justin said anxiously, “F*ck! Rick, hurry up and go save the damsel in distress!” Richard

frowned and decided to help Pearl. This was not because he was interested in her but because of his

father’s orders. When the two men stood up, they saw a dramatic scene unfold. The man reached out

to touch Pearl, and she smashed a wine bottle on his head. Although it was too far away for Richard to

hear what she said, he could vaguely read her l*ps. She said arrogantly, “I have no need for money, but

can I take your life instead?” At this moment, Wayne came back from the washroom. The man

recognized Wanye, so he immediately apologized and left, lest Pearl would really kill him. Pearl was

now in a sour mood and did not want to stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Wayne, she left the

bar. She booked a cab through her phone and waited by the side of the road. Lighting a cigarette, she

looked up at the sky. ‘Dad, are you all right up there?’ A black car then stopped before her. Thinking it

was the cab she had ordered, Pearl put out her cigarette on a dustbin. When she opened the car door,

she spotted a man in a black suit in the back seat. She had not asked for a carpool service. “I’m sorry. I

think I got the wrong car. Wait… Why are you here?” Pearl finally realized that the man in the cab was

Richard. He said, “Get in.” After a brief pause, she got in and sat beside him. Somehow, she felt

inexplicably guilty about bumping into him here. But on second thought, she realized she was being

silly. “What a coincidence! I came here with a friend. You too?” Richard nodded nonchalantly. She then

turned to look out the window. ‘Was Richard in the bar too? Did he see me there or bump into me on Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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