Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl failed to suppress her smile because of the drastic change in Richard’s expression. After

that, she went to her bedroom.

Watching her graceful edit, Hichard’s gaze grew more contemplative.

Pearl and Hichard

planned to put up a good show to expedite Brandon’s actions. They aimed to make him believe they had

a falling out by having a fight.

The next morning, in Richard’s office, Pearl and Richard appeared to be discussing. Then, Pearl sudden

ly raised her voice.

Told you I didn’t mean this. Why can’t you understand?”

Richard rebuked coldly, “Listen here. You’re just the director of a planning department. You have no righ

t to interfere with my decisions”

“You think you can do whatever you want just because you’re the president? That’s absurd! I don’t care.

I can quit. Nob*dy wants to be your punching bag!”

Bang! It seemed like

a glass shattered on the floor, creating a noise that echoed through the office. Everyone within earshot c

ould hear it.

“If you want to quit, then leave. You’re not that important to the company.”

The tense atmosphere left everyone holding their breath.

Pearl was tempted to smash another glass, but Richard intervened, whispering, “One is enough. If our fig

ht appears too heated, Brandon might grow suspicious.”

Smiling, Pearl agreed, “Good thinking.”

Following this, Pearl stopped talking, enveloping the office in an eerie hush.

Before long, she retrieved a bottle of mist spray from her bag and sprayed it on her face, smudging her

makeup to create the illusion that she had been crying.

She then walked out with a document and slammed the door shut behind her.

Back at her desk, she called Brandon, making sure not to touch up her makeup.

Sobbing, she informed him of her willingness to collaborate with him, provided he

agreed to appoint her as vice president once their plan succeeded.

She could have agreed directly, but she feared he might get suspicious if she didn’t reveal her motive. So

, she purposely emphasized that.

Her words brought a satisfied smile to Brandon’s face, bolstering his confidence. “Don’t worry, Miss Pearl

. I won’t treat you unfairly after it’s done.”

With Pearl’s cooperation secured, he believed it would be a piece of cake to seize control of Waldorf Ent

erprises.

He proceeded to use some underhanded tactics, manipulating the company’s finances to

create a significant financial gap.

Both Richard and Pearl observed Brandon’s actions but did not stop him, instead gathering evidence aga

inst him.

During the second meeting, Brandon slammed the financial report onto the table and sneered.

“Have you reviewed this season’s financial report, Mister Richard?”

Unmoved, Richard asked, “Is there any problem?”

“In this season, we’ve incurred a loss of 41 million dollars. Do you understand the gravity of this situation

? I explicitly advised against the development of high–

end jewelry. Now, what are we to do with these huge losses?”

Pearl echoed his sentiments. “Yes, you really should explain this.”

Brandon’s smugness gr

grew as he heard her words. “I think you’re no longer capable of overseeing the company’s affairs effectiv Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Looking cold, Richard demanded, “Are you suggesting that you should take over as president?”

“I never said that. Why don’t we ask for others‘ opinions?” Brandon scanned the colleagues nearby and sm

However, nob*dy in the room spoke up.

Feeling anxious, Brandon repeated his question, but only silence answered him.

Pearl slowly got to her feet and smiled. “Are you done, Mister Brandon? Why don’t you listen to me now?”

Panic began to show in Brandon’s face, sensing that something was amiss.

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