Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Richard suddenly scoffed. “You’re headed to NK, aren’t you?”

Pearl was taken aback because she couldn’t understand why he would jump to that conclusion.

“I knew you must have offered something irresistible to Raymond. You’re leaving Waldorf Enterprises ri

ght?” Richard took a deep breath, then continued, “Fine, leave then.”

He hung up after saying that.

Pearl’s heart dropped when she heard the disconnected call. She wasn’t going to tell Richard she wa

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going back to handle Cerubleu, so she might as well let him think whatever he wanted. He never cared

about her anyway except when he wanted to blame and suspect someone,

Pearl returned to her company headquarters, where Wayne was anxiously waiting.

“What happened?”

Wayne said, “Something happened between the partnership of Cerubleu and Genesis Group, and they

specifically requested a meeting with you, the president of Cerubleu, over tea.”

Pearl frowned. “A meeting with me?”

“Yes, if we decline, they’ve

threatened to cancel the agreement, even if it means paying hefty compensation. This could have a sig

nificant impact on the company. We’ve invested in several new projects, and our cash flow is tight. If th

e deal falls through, this would be a big blow to the company.” Wayne sighed.

Pearl immediately understood. She had no choice but to meet with them, even if she didn’t want to.

“I’m guessing the president knows a lot about tea. Are you sure…?” Wayne was cautious.

Pearl understood his concerns and smiled sadly at him. “When have I ever embarrassed myself?”

Her response lifted Wayne’s spirits, transforming his earlier despair into hope. Indeed, she was Pearl, a

nd there was nothing she couldn’t do.

Pearl smiled and said nothing more.

The president of Genesis Group had requested to meet Pearl at a tea shop. It wasn’t a busy place. Wh

en Pearl got there, there were only a few people sitting around.

She stood outside the private room and knocked. A voice from within invited her to enter, and she push

ed the door

open.

Stephen Long, appearing to be in his sixties and bearing a stern countenance, was sipping tea. When P

Pearl chuckled. “You don’t look your age, sir. You look much younger.”

Stephen chuckled. “We’re here to enjoy some tea, so let’s see how much you know about this.”

Pearl had anticipated this and smiled, saying, “The equipment, water temperature, pouring technique, a some are stronger, while others are milder. There are thousands of teas for people around the world to e

“Great. You know a thing or two.” Stephen smiled. “I wonder who taught you this.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Pearl’s mind drifted away. “My father taught me when I was a child. He learned it from my grandfather, w