Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 880

Celine was convinced that this man was interested in Rosalie. Why did that copycat deserve such a good man? She wasn't going to let that happen!

"She goes out with men often?" Blake sounded uncomfortable. Rosalie seemed aloof, but this friend of hers claimed she enjoyed going out with men. He wanted to clarify that.

"Oh, should I really talk about this?" Celine pretended to be hesitant. "I don't mean to gossip, but she's going too far. As her friend, I can't just stand by. You should talk to her about it. Those men don't seem like good company. They're probably just interested in her looks."

Blake scoffed. "I know what to do. You don't need to tell me."

Celine was angry as she was just trying to help, yet she felt like she was being treated unfairly. Her opinion of Blake soured instantly.

"Look, she's back at her desk," she pointed and scoffed.

Blake lost interest in talking to Celine and turned his attention to Rosalie, his heart burning with determination. Approaching her, he confronted her. "I caught you."

Rosalie hadn't expected Blake to be so persistent. She felt trapped.

"I told you we're done."

Blake leaned against the table, interrupting her work. "What do you mean done? It's not over until I say it is."

"Why are you so bossy?" Rosalie was swamped with work, and his presence was hindering her progress. She tried to push him away.

"What do you think you're doing?" Blake dodged her hand.

"You're distracting me from my work," Rosalie insisted.

But Blake didn't care. "I can pay your salary if I'm taking up your time."

"I need to work, not your stupid money," Rosalie snapped. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Blake squinted, his tone turning menacing. "So, you think you're better than me?"

Rosalie didn't want to engage with him any further. She feared she might lose her patience. "Mister, I don't even know your name," she said politely but firmly. "But I'll say this again. You're disrupting my work, so please leave me alone."

Despite her polite tone, Blake wasn't budging. "I've already spoken to your boss. She's given me three hours to take you out on a date."

Rosalie was stunned. "You'll have to come up with a better excuse," she retorted, knowing it was impossible Pearl had given such permission. She knew how serious Pearl was about work.

Blake realized he hadn't introduced himself, so he tried to appear cool by putting his hands on his waist. "Do you know who I am?"