Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl romance Capítulo 296

The next day, Ezra asked Blake to accompany Pearl on a shopping trip to the biggest mall for clothes and jewelry. Blake didn't feel like it at first, but Ezra tempted him with the promise of a higher allowance, so Blake reluctantly agreed.

Ezra smiled and handed a card to Pearl. "You're a Jordan now, and you'll be treated equally, including your allowance. Take this card and spend it on anything you want. If you run out of money, feel free to let me know."

The black card had golden prints, and Pearl noticed it was the same type as hers. It was a privilege that not even people of high status could easily obtain.

Although Ezra was a snake, he wasn't a miser.

Pearl wanted to say no, but considering the facade the old man was maintaining, she accepted the card. She decided to indulge in a bit of retail therapy with his money.

After arriving at the mall, Pearl walked around while Blake trailed behind her with his hands in his pocket, looking very annoyed.

After half a day, Pearl hadn't found anything she liked and had refrained from making any purchases.

"Blake, if you're tired, you can take a break. I'll call you when I'm done." Pearl grinned, observing how he was dragging his feet. "But your stamina is terrible."

"Who has terrible stamina?" Blake was about to agree to rest, but after hearing that comment, he changed his mind. "Let's keep walking. We're not leaving until nighttime."

Pearl was amused at his annoyance, so she turned and continued her exploration.

She came across a shop where a particular outfit caught her eye. It was a knee-length black dress that accentuated her flawless waistline. The bottom of the dress was adorned with a floral design, and its cut-out sleeves and collar added a touch of flirtiness.

The staff noticed Pearl's interest and approached her with a friendly smile. "You have excellent taste, ma'am. This dress is our best-seller, and there are only three in the world. This is the last one. It complements your figure beautifully. Would you like to try it on?"

The woman assumed Pearl recognized her and raised her head haughtily, like a peacock displaying its plumage. "Be clever about this. There's no point trying to buy something I'm interested in."

Pearl was ready to leave, but when she heard that, she turned around and confronted the woman. "What did you say?"

The woman scowled and spoke rudely, "What? I like this dress. Do I need your approval to buy it?"

"Are you a spoiled brat? Why do you talk like your brain's dried up?"

The woman didn't immediately comprehend the remark about her brain being dried up. After a moment, she realized it was an insinuation that she lacked intelligence, and her anger flared. "What did you say? I'm Willow Quinlevan. Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"