The situation in the office was getting more urgent each day. Pearl couldn't afford any delays, so she took out her phone and dialed that familiar
number.
After a couple of rings, someone answered.
"Hello. How can | help you?" The voice from the other end sounded cold and distant.
"I have something I'd like to trouble you with—" Pearl began, but before she could finish her words, a colder voice interrupted, "Nope."
She knew this would be the answer, but it still hurt her.
"But I—"
"Rick, guess what delicious food | brought for your lunch today? It's your favorite roast pork. Give it a try and see if it suits your taste." A woman's
voice from the other end cut in.
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Without needing to guess, Pearl immediately knew that this woman must be Richard's rumored fiancee, Winona.
"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now." Before Pearl could say much, the call was ruthlessly ended, and the mechanical beeping sound reminded
her that she truly couldn't have any contact with him.
Outside the door, the noise of employees suddenly reached her ears, so she put away her phone. The situation in her company didn't allow her to sit
idly by.
Even if there was a slim hope, she had to try.
Since a direct phone call didn't work, Pearl decided to visit him in the office personally and catch him there.
Pearl arrived at the front desk of Waldorf Enterprises and asked politely, "I'd like to see your president.”
Pearl wore huge sunglasses today. If one didn't know her well, they wouldn't recognize her immediately.
The receptionist had seen Pearl before. With her familiar demeanor, she was surprised. But she still maintained professional courtesy, so she smiled
and asked, "Do you have an appointment with our president?”
Pearl looked conflicted. She paused, then took out her phone, showing the receptionist the call record from about an hour ago.
"Well, he toldto cto the office to see him. But we discussed it over the phone, so there's no specific record.” She was very careful with her
words, not missing a beat.
The receptionist seemed convinced. After all, this phone was indeed their president's personal number. Anyone who could get hold of the president's
private number must have an extraordinary identity. Thinking about this, she suddenly felt a sense of respect.
Pearl boldly asked again, "Can | go up to see him now?"
The receptionist didn't stop her this tbut directly pointed in her direction. "This way, miss. The president's office is on the eighteenth floor."
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Pearl pushed her sunglasses and smiled, "Thank you."
After bidding farewell to the receptionist, she pressed the elevator button for the eighteenth floor.
The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, and a man over six feet tall entered. He was tall and lean, with an overall refined demeanor.
The moment he turned to look, Pearl distinctly noticed the stunning allure in his eyes. However, she showed no reaction. The man in front of her was
good-looking, but she had been surrounded by all kinds of attractive men—Richard, Damian, Blake... She could randomly pick any of them without
losing out.
The man smiled at her and said, "You look familiar, sister."
Pearl frowned, a trace of displeasure crossing her face. Isn't it weird to call her "sister right off the bat? "Don't callthat. We're not acquainted.”
Hearing this voice, the man pretty much confirmed her identity. "Are you okay, Pea?"
Pearl was slightly stunned when she heard him calling her that name. "You know me?