Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl Novel novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660 

When Richard saw Pearl, he handed the box containing the machete. “Take this to Mister Zinedine.” 

“Thank you, 

Richard,” Pearl expressed her gratitude sincerely. 

“It’s my duty to do something for you since you’re my future wife.” 

Richard never said romantic words, so Pearl blushed, feeling overwhelmed by his unexpected declaration of affection. 

After that, Richard simply asked her to be careful, then drove away since he had something else to do. 

Pearl returned upstairs to dress up properly. She then called Hugo and asked for a car before heading toward the red–light district. 

Since it was morning, the area was almost deserted. 

Upon arriving at her destination and finding the door closed, Pearl called Zinedine. “Mister Zinedine, I’m here with the machete. Are you in the club?” 

Zinedine’s voice came through briefly, and Pearl could hear background noise. “Oh, it’s you, Pearl. I’m currently occupied outside and not at the club. Why don’t you return later? It’s perfectly fine if you give it to me tomorrow.” 

Pearl was accustomed to Zinedine’s unpredictable nature and agreed to come back another time. She hung up the call and turned to leave. However, as she walked away, she heard laughter behind her. 

“Oh, what a coincidence!” 

Pearl turned to see Owen, who appeared even more gloomy than the previous night. It seemed he was still upset about being locked up. 

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Several men who resembled Owen followed behind him, presumably his bodyguards. 

“What brings you here, Mister Owen? Are you here by chance?” Pearl pretended to be demure and compliant. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have known you were talking to Mister Zinedine on the phone if I hadn’t come,” Owen replied, wearing a fake smile as he approached her. “I wouldn’t have discovered your little scheme!” 

Pearl panicked. 

Now that Owen knew, there was no point in pretending now. She tried to speak sincerely, “I did want your machete, but I needed it for a specific reason. I didn’t intend to deceive you, and I genuinely want to be your friend.” 

“Friend? I don’t need friends. You knew how I felt about you.” Owen seemed to have recalled something and smiled. “By the way, you’re engaged. How would you fall for me?” 

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