Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

In the afternoon, Lily approached Pearl and whispered, "Miss Pearl, I talked to Mister Sean. He said he wouldn't count it if I invited him. He wants you to invite him instead."

Pearl sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "Alright, got it. You can go now. I'll call him later."

Helpless, Lily left the office.

Pearl knew it might be hard to deal with Sean's attitude, so she decided to visit him instead of calling.

*

At three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of Sean's hotel room. He opened the door in his pajama pants, no shirt on, showing off his muscles.

Pearl pushed him aside and walked into as if it were her own house. She saw a bra hanging on the couch and frowned. "That's pretty intense."

"What are you doing here?" Sean asked.

"What am I doing here? I came to see you." Pearl glanced into the bedroom and vaguely saw a woman's figure. "Why did you suddenly become like this? You even became a ladies' man."

Sean impatiently sat down and opened a bottle of lemonade. "It's none of your business."

"I didn't come to talk to you about this," Pearl said, looking into the bedroom again. "Why don't you ask her to leave first?"

Frustrated, Sean stood up and opened the door. A delicate woman was in the room, looking at Sean passionately but with fear.

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The woman hurriedly put on her clothes and grabbed her bag, then ran out of the room.

Pearl pointed at the sofa and commented lightly, "You haven't grabbed that yet."

The embarrassed woman grabbed her bra and stuffed it into her bag before running away.

"You scared her away," Pearl teased.

Unfortunately, Sean was not in the mood. He leaned against the bedroom door and asked,

"What do you want?"

"No need to rush. I'm going to tell you." Pearl took out a document from her bag and threw it on the table in front of Sean.

"What is this?" Sean asked but was not in a hurry to pick it up and read it.

"Don't ask me. Just take a look at it."

Sean frowned. "Can you stop beating around the bush?"

"Fine. This is the investigation report of Mobius' racing car."

Sean's expression changed drastically. "What?" He picked up the report and read it.

Pearl clicked her tongue. "So, you're not that smug. You do care about this."

"Someone did something to the car, didn't they?" Sean's expression turned livid.

"Yeah, even you doubted the car. Of course, we would know," Pearl said.