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Chapter 2
Pearl gathered herself and opened the laptop. Her fingers flew swiftly across the keyboard, infiltrating the surveillance system and erasing all traces of her presence. It was as though she was never there.
“Mr. Males, Mrs. Pearl left, Marc’s assistant reported to him when Mare returned to the mansion the next morning.
Marc opened the master bedroom door, breathing in the fragrance of roses. He had grown accustomed to the scent of Pearl.
Marc rarely set foot here. Pearl had decorated it. Its color scheme differed from the other rooms. The bright yellow bedsheets felt tranquil and warm Marc didn’t linger. He walked to the bedside table.
Pearl had already signed the divorce agreement but didn’t take the check. There was a gold pendant next to it. His name was on the back, while the front was an exquisitely carved rose. Marc caressed it. It looked lifelike, Under the sunlight, it was beautiful.
Pearl loved roses. She had planted many in the yard, but he had never given her a bouquet. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
There was also a card. Marc read it. In elegant handwriting was the message. “Happy third anniversary. Goodbye, Marc.”
Marc’s brows rose. He looked at the calendar on the table. It was indeed their anniversary. How quickly time flew. Mare held the gold pendant and wondered where Pearl got the money.
While Marc gave her a considerable monthly household allowance, Pearl seldom touched the money, claiming she didn’t have much expenses.
Marc listened to his assistant’s report, his eyes dark. He ordered, “Find out where she went and her recent activities. If my opponents her back. He wondered, ‘Is Pearl really who she claimed to be? A country–born orphan?!
ssent her, bring
Three days later, the headquarters of Woolery Group, located in the CBD Business Building in Nanston, was in chaos. Employees rushed in quickly. The executives were gathered in the lobby on the first floor, waiting for the arrival of the new CEO.
Two days ago, the Woolery Group, which was on the brink of bankruptcy, was miraculously revived. Someone mysterious had acquired its plummeting stocks at a high price. While the employees retained their jobs, they still panicked.
“Who’s the new CEO? Does anyone know?” one of them asked.
“No one does, not even the higher–ups. It’s a real mystery. I hope our savior is a handsome guy!” another chimed in.
“Dream on. What if it
if it’s a woman?” a third retorted.
“Please. That’s impossible. You might as well wish Miss Woolery was alive again, someone else added.
A loud warning voice shut them up. “Quiet. Here it is!”
Everyone waited with bated breaths, their eyes on the entrance. A black Rolls–Royce stopped at there. The vice CEO walked up and opened the door.
A pair of black four–inch–high heels appeared first, followed by a woman with short hair and a white suit. She straightened slowly, her exquisite makeup enhancing her beautiful features.
The familiar face surprised those executives who had worked at Woolery Group for nearly ten ye
years, “Miss Woolery!”
Pearl smiled. “Hey, long time no see.