Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 881

Rosalie couldn't care less who he was. But to get him to leave, she pretended to ask politely, "What's your name, sir?"

"Blake Jordan."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Never heard of you."

Blake was shocked. "You don't know who I am?" He was famous among the socialites in Bodgow, but in Enswood, he was just a nobody.

"I'd say I'm not interested in finding out," Rosalie retorted.

Blake touched his chin. "Are you pretending not to know and playing hard to get?"

Rosalie's head started pounding, so she decided to call Pearl. "Miss Pearl, there's a crazy guy here bothering me. Can you send security to escort him out?"

Pearl's lips twitched. The crazy guy must be Blake. After getting Rosalie's contact, he started harassing her.

Before she could say anything, Blake raised his voice. "Don't listen to her. I'm not bothering anyone. I just need to clarify something with her."

He was confident Pearl would be on his side. Not only were they related, he had leverage over her, so he knew she wasn't going to do anything to him.

"Rosalie, he's my cousin. He's not very smart, so I hope you can be patient with him."

Rosalie could hear Pearl's helplessness. Feeling sorry for her, she hung up without further ado.

Blake stood there smugly, thinking he had won. "If you need help, talk to someone else." He shook his head. "Your boss is my cousin, so she'll listen to me."

Rosalie found him even less appealing after seeing he wasn't working. She couldn't help but ask, "If you're family, why are you so different?"

Rosalie's question was a stab on Blake's ego. "Are you looking down on me? You have no idea what I'm capable of!"

Rosalie scoffed. "I don't care to find out. Please leave my desk."

This wasn't the response Blake expected. He was used to women fawning over him, but Rosalie was different. For the first time in his life, he felt defeated. Women usually pursued him, but now that he was interested, she wasn't reciprocating. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

It was weird. Not only was Rosalie peculiar, but his feelings were too.

"What do I have to do for you to talk to me normally?"

Rosalie was typing, feeling exhausted. "If you really want to talk, do it after work. I'm busy now."