Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chatper 532

Chapter 532

After entering, they passed through a clear glass door, revealing a well–lit bar filled with people enjoying their

drinks.

Damian, however, wore a frown. “Why does this place look so boring?”

“Oh, come on, Damian. This is our country. If you party too hard, you’ll end up in jail.” Pearl chuckled, ordering her

usual Angel’s Kiss cocktail.

“I haven’t drunk that in a long time. One whiskey please.”

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Pearl rolled her eyes. “Boring.”

With their drinks in hand, they made their way to the VIP section, and shortly after they sat down, Wayne showed

up.

“Hey, you show up here the day after your engagement party. I guess Dame still has some influence.” Realizing he

had spoken too candidly, he awkwardly downed his drink.

Pearl, with a deadpan expression, pointed at her drink. “That’s my drink.”

Wayne almost spat out his drink in surprise.

“Alright, I came back because I have some work to do, so I might not stay for long.” Damian fiddled with his

automatic watch, his expression serious.

Intrigued, Pearl asked, “What kind of work are you talking about? Tell me.‘

“I’m investigating my parents‘ cause of death,” Damian revealed.

Pearl’s eyes gleamed with interest. “That’s great. I’ve been trying to locate my mom. Would you mind helping me

with the investigation while you’re at it?”

Damian mouthed something silently, and Pearl fell silent.

He said, “No way.”

“Pea, there’s no need to rush the search for your mom. From what we’ve seen, it’s evident that she’s still alive and

able to send you messages. As for why she hasn’t met you in person, I’m sure she has her reasons. You understand

that,” Damian advised.

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Pearl ran her fingers across her glass and nodded. She understood and had refrained from sending all her men on

a search because she knew this engagement might present an

opportunity. She was patiently waiting for the right moment.

“Let’s focus on Damian’s issue for now. By the way, Damian, I have a question. Is your family just an ordinary one in

Enswood, or are they like the Scotts of Bodgow?” Wayne inquired.

If it were the former, Damian wouldn’t need to investigate personally.

As expected, Damian’s eye twitched. “Scotts of Bodgow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Pearl glared at him.