Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl (Pearl and Richard)
Chapter 684

The man was slightly stunned, seeing the young lady who was as obedient as a little rabbit suddenly staring at him fiercely. He felt a strange thumping in his chest. "What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Nothing," Pearl said, though she cracked her knuckles and walked toward him.

"You better not touch me. I'm-" The man almost revealed his identity in his panic, but he quickly stopped himself and turned pale.

Pearl paused, watching the man's rapidly changing expressions. "Who did you say you were?"

"I'm nobody. Fine, what do you want?" he finally conceded.

It was too late, as Pearl stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. Only then did he realize that her grip, which had been gentle half an hour ago, was now tight and constricting. The man gulped and realized he couldn't control this woman.

"Just give me the herbs I need."

The man sighed. "Not a chance!"

"You're under my control, and it's just the two of us here." Pearl shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. "Why do you think you can boss me around?"

The man sneered. "Listen, there are security mechanisms in this warehouse..."

Pearl moved behind him, found a button near his foot, and pressed it. She held it up in front of him, pretending to be surprised, and asked innocently, "You mean this?"

The smile vanished from the man's face, replaced by disbelief. "How did you know about that?" His suspicion grew. He hadn't shared information about this mechanism with anyone, not even his own apprentices.

Pearl paid no mind to his thoughts. "Can you call for your men now?"

Only then did the man realize that this lady was not only determined but also somewhat sinister. She was cunning, just like Simon Freeman!

The man was thin-skinned and couldn't stand being shamed, so all he could do was grumble. "Let me go, and I'll do my best to help you find what you're looking for."

Pearl ignored him and proceeded to tie him securely to a chair with a rope. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll manage on my own. I know my way around here," she said with a tilted head and a smile, before disappearing into the warehouse.

Ten more minutes passed, and Pearl found a bag to fill with the herbs. She returned to the man, who looked even gloomier. She couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm sorry about this."

The man gazed at the bags of herbs, his heart aching as if sliced by a knife. Still, he felt defeated and didn't put up a fight, though his face was flushed. "Alright, now that you've got what you wanted, can you untie me?"

Pearl shook her head. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay tied up a little longer." She wasn't stupid. If she let him go, he would definitely grab her. It was better to let his men save him.

Pearl smiled mysteriously at him and then left the warehouse.

The man was left regretting his actions, shouting in frustration.