Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl Novel novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638 

All she could do at this point was take it one step at a time and not allow him to disrupt her plans. 

At six in the morning, after finishing her work, Pearl was about to return to Hugo’s villa when she accidentally bumped into the cleaning lady. The cleaning lady was still sweeping the floor while lost in thought and hadn’t noticed Pearl approaching. 

Pearl initially thought that this peculiar woman was intentionally ignoring her and was prepared to leave, but then the woman’s robotic voice broke the silence. “You ended up 

working as an escort, didn’t you?” Her voice held a mix of emotions–some happiness and a touch of indignant regret. 

“Why does it matter, ma’am?” Pearl responded politely, even though she wasn’t sure whether she liked this woman or not. 

“You’re a disgrace to your mother.” The woman’s voice suddenly sounded sharp and impatient. 

For some reason, Pearl felt the need to explain herself, despite not owing this woman any explanation. “I have my reasons for doing this, ma’am.” 

“It doesn’t matter what your reasons are. Being an escort means you’ve done something despicable.” 

Pearl felt like she was receiving a lecture. Was this woman trying to impart some moral lesson to her? Pearl couldn’t quite understand, but she knew it was futile to speak further with a stranger. She simply wanted to get home so that her mother wouldn’t worry. 

“I have my plans no matter what I do, so you don’t need to worry about me,” Pearl replied politely before turning to leave. 

The woman slowly looked up, revealing a pair of blurry eyes. If Pearl had taken a closer look, she might have realized these eyes looked familiar. 

Back at the villa, it was still early, and everyone else was still asleep. Only Hugo had gone for an early morning jog. 

When he saw Pearl returning with heavy makeup, the scent of alcohol, and the faint smell of cigarettes, he furrowed his brows and spoke somewhat curtly, “This outfit is rather inappropriate.” 

Even so, he still believed Pearl wouldn’t do anything that went against her principles. 

Pearl ran her fingers through her newly permed hair and grinned. “Don’t I look good? I got my hair permed at the salon. I heard it’s the latest trend.” 

“Not at all. I think the previous curls looked just right.” 

Pearl rolled her eyes. “You have bad taste.” She then stretched her arms and yawned, visibly exhausted. “Listen, you can’t imagine how tiring it is to stay up all night. Even though I enjoy a good party, I’ve never stayed up through the night before. I’m dead tired after spending the 

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