Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl Novel novel Chapter 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.” 

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. 

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. 

Damian was confused. “You never asked. Besides, I thought you figured it out when I kept going there.” 

Pearl fell silent, realizing he had a point.