Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

“Stupid and useless!” The man cursed, his worry palpable as Pearl easily defeated his men.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to the woman behind Pearl. He snickered, making a move towards her.

Pearl, however, immediately saw through his intentions. She pushed the woman behind her and

delivered a powerful kick to the man’s chest.

“Ah!” the man cried out in pain as he was sent flying again, wondering what he had done to incur the

wrath of this fierce woman.

“I’ll count down from five, and you better leave. If not, I won’t be as gentle next time.” Pearl raised her

hand and began the countdown. “Five.”

“Why should I leave? She’s the one who stole my money!”

“Four.”

“Damn it! We’re going!” The man waved to his companions, and they hurriedly fled, fearing something

else might happen.

Pearl turned to the trembling woman. “Are you okay?”

Shaking her head, the young woman began to cry before she could respond. “I’m fine, but I’ve got to

pay my

mother’s medical bills, or it’ll be too late.”

Pearl noticed that the woman didn’t look well-off. She asked, “What’s wrong with your mother?”

“She has leukemia, and finding a suitable bone marrow donor has been difficult. I’ve used up our family

savings for her hospitalization, and I’m about to sell our house next.”

“How old are you?”

The woman sniffed. “I’m seventeen.”

Hearing that, Pearl’s heart softened. “Let me help you.”

Her words stunned the woman. “How?”

“I’ll cover the medical expenses and help you find a suitable bone marrow donor. Just don’t sell your

house.” Pearl smiled and gently patted the woman’s hair.

“No, it’s okay. I… I can earn the money myself.” The woman’s eyes lit up briefly, but then she seemed

disheartened. “No, I can’t accept your help. It’s going to cost a lot, but I appreciate your kindness.”

Pearl had a sudden realization when she saw the woman’s reluctance and downcast eyes. How could

a seventeen-year-old earn such a huge amount of money?

Nevertheless, Pearl nodded and removed a ring from her finger. “Alright, then take this ring. If you find

yourself in a dire situation and can’t afford the expenses, come to me with this ring. I’ll provide you with

the money for your mother’s treatment. Just promise not to sell this ring. It’s not particularly valuable.”

If Wayne heard her statement, he might have laughed his lungs out because Cerubleu had spent 50

million dollars to manufacture that ring, which was equipped with GPS and a smart remote connection,

making it a

very valuable item.

“Okay, thank you, Miss.” The young woman carefully pocketed the ring.

Watching her leave, Pearl’s thoughts churned.

Later that night, she discovered that the young woman’s location was traced to a local bar based on

the

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Dark Bar?

Suddenly, a foreboding feeling hit Pearl.