Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl romance Capítulo 475

"I need your help, but it's okay if you're busy," Pearl expressed, her mind racing with concerns. She assumed Wayne was at a bar, possibly meeting his ex. Her thoughts went there because that's usually the reason people visit bars, right?

"Why don't I send Feather with you? She can pretty much work by herself now. I'm proud of this student of mine, I—"

Pearl didn't have the patience to listen further and promptly hung up. Wayne might have found that rude.

Pearl turned her attention to the two companions beside her and forced a smile. "I made a fool of myself."

Hanzel knew he would just be a hindrance there, so he got up. "I've got something to take care of. If you don't need me here, I'll be on my way."

It was clear to anyone that Hanzel was merely trying to escape, and he didn't have any pressing matters to attend to.

Richard was glad he said that. "Alright, call me if you need anything."

"Sure…" Hanzel gave a fake smile. Now Richard was pretending to be his good big brother when a while ago his face suggested otherwise.

As Hanzel strolled near the hospital's flowerbed, he noticed a young lady dressed in black with a high ponytail and an emotionless expression. Something probably happened…

Hanzel's gaze shifted to the person lying on the ground, and he immediately grasped the situation—an altercation had occurred.

Setting that aside, he couldn't help but admire the icy beauty. At first glance, she appeared exceptionally attractive with her petite face, large bright eyes, and plump lips. She was undeniably beautiful.

However, at a second glance, her aura screamed "Keep your distance," making the already cold day feel even colder. While she was an intriguing woman, that didn't concern Hanzel.

He intended to walk away, but for some inexplicable reason, his legs refused to move, and he found himself drawn to the lady. He observed as she pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it toward the person on the ground.

"Is that enough for you?" she asked.

The person, assuming they could take advantage of her generosity, began to cry out. "You assaulted me, and now you're trying to buy your way out with money? What kind of bullsh*t is this?"

The lady replied, "You look like you have money."

Hanzel couldn't help but slap his forehead due to her straightforwardness. "I do have money, and I can resolve this issue," he said, intrigued by the lady's cold demeanor. "However, as repayment, you have to tell me your name."

The lady appeared impatient. "Feather Douglas."

"That's a lovely name, truly beautiful," Hanzel complimented before taking out a card. "Here, there's a million dollars inside. Take it."

The lady, her gaze still cold, glanced at the person on the ground. "Is that enough?"

Even the greediest person would recognize when to stop pushing their luck, so the person immediately got up. "Thank you, gorgeous. That's more than enough."

Feather, however, began to grow suspicious when she saw the person's sudden recovery. "You don't seem all that sick."