Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl Novel novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641 

Pearl kept pounding Richard with her fists, demanding, “Let go of me, Richard! I told still have things to do…” 

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Richard paid no heed to Pearl and calmly ascended the stairs, unruffled. “I’ve discussed it with your boss. You’ll be working exclusively for me this month.” 

“You jerk!” Pearl struggled to free herself from his grip but was firmly held in his arms. A faint, familiar fragrance surrounded her; it was his signature scent. 

“Either you come with me willingly now, or I’ll knock you out and carry you,” Richard warned, presenting the first option as the preferable one. 

In response, Pearl became more obedient, nestling in his arms, behaving sensibly. 

Richard carried her to the third floor, entering the room at the far end of the hallway. He pushed open the door to reveal a luxurious suite. 

He then tossed Pearl onto the bed, and the soft sensation immediately enveloped her. 

Pearl recognized this room. It was a VIP suite that required a minimum spending of over 150 thousand dollars. 

She asked sarcastically, “Why are you so familiar with this place? Are you a regular here?” 

Richard ignored her comment and tossed a towel to her. “Go wash up. I’ve prepared some clothes for you in the bathroom.” 

Pearl looked at him, irritated by his instructions. “Why should I?” 

“Because I don’t want to see you dressed like this with all that makeup,” Richard replied, clearly annoyed with her revealing outfit and heavy makeup. 

“Why are you so nosy?” 

“If you don’t want to shower, I can help you,” Richard said, glancing at Pearl, who immediately fell silent. 

Seeing her standing still, Richard bent down, his right leg blocking her path, fingers gently caressing her face. “Are you doing it or not?” 

Although reluctant, Pearl feared that Richard might actually drag her into the bathroom and even help her shower. With no other choice, she pushed him away, grabbing the towel before heading into the bathroom. 

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Richard stood outside, looking at the traces of their struggle on the bed, lost in thought. 

Pearl walked out of the bathroom with her makeup removed and wrapped in a towel. The moment she appeared, a shadow flashed across Richard’s eyes. 

Her skin was fair and smooth, comparable to a delicate flower petal. 

Pearl wiped her hair, the ends still a bit damp. She frowned and asked, “Where are the clothes you got for me? I didn’t see them.” 

Richard’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze involuntarily lingering on Pearl’s body. “I asked my 

assistant to get them He’s probably not back yet.” 

Pearl had no idea she was like a lamb walking into the wolf’s den. Her exposed skin was fat smooth, and tempting. Any man would find it hard to resist, especially Richard, who had been suppressing his desires.