Chapter 4 Of The Pearl Summary นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What had I done to attract their attention? The guard led me deeper into the mansion, through a maze of corridors that seemed to twist and turn endlessly. I felt like a mouse trapped in a cat's lair, waiting for the inevitable pounce. Everything in the mansion was sparkling clean and arranged in a particular order. Nothing like I've ever seen before. We finally reached a set of ornate double doors, polished to a shine. The guard pushed them open, revealing a luxurious study dimly lit by candles, heading towards another room.

Pearl couldn't take more bites to lose her blood. In the afternoon, Pearl got up early as usual. At first, she squirmed a little, then yawned and woke up from her perfect sleep. But she was startled when she woke and saw it wasn't her bedroom. Her body was getting better from the fatigue. "Why am I still here? I thought it was a dream!" Pearl murmured, still turning her head back and forth in the luxurious room. She was shocked to see that her dress had changed. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. It startled her as she knew that Taggart was coming.

Bella asked, sighing in frustration. Pearl smirked. She had originally planned to play the victim for a while longer and reminisce about their past, but Bella clearly wasn’t cooperating. “Fine, I’ll get straight to the point then. I’ll give Max back to you, and I’ll leave. But... I want $400,000. For you, that’s a small amount, isn’t it, Bella? Consider it compensation for my youth and wasted time... I’ve waited for so long, believing in those empty promises, but now I don’t even have a reliable person by my side.” Pearl’s voice trembled with bitterness as she clenched her fists.

she cried as she slung the dusty old book across the cave at him, hoping to make it overshoot him and fly out of the cave entrance, and into the waterfall. Mister jumped to attention and caught the book with ease, while wearing a look of total irritation on his face. Once he had the book tucked safely under his arm, he turned to leave, but not before he stood there and shot Pearl the most hateful and menacing look that he had ever given her. Pearl just grabbed her chest and silently cried, as she watched him walk away.

She stepped forward and suggested, “Pearl, why are you doing this to yourself? Listen to me and eat something first…” “I don’t want to eat!” Pearl roared with bloodshot eyes, “I’ve become Bassburgh’s biggest joke. How could I live on to meet any other people!?”

Pearl suppressed her discomfort and jealousy, still smiling as she approached Max, leaning on his arm. "I stayed because I was waiting for you, Max. Why do you seem surprised to see me here?" Pearl hugged Max's arm, her voice sweet and slightly naive. Her rounded chest pressed against his arm, visible even from a glance downwards. What man could resist the charming allure of a woman like Pearl? But lately, Max hadn't been very interested in Pearl, so no matter how sweet she acted, it didn't make him happy. He pulled Pearl's hand away from his arm and said, "Don't do that, Pearl. We're still at the company, what if someone sees us?"

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

Pearl said, "It's a very powerful poison. You won't survive it." "Why?" Coco struggled to ask. "For my dearest mother." Pearl said, sounding fulfilled. "Now I'm certain she'll rest in peace." Pearl got rid of the plates and glasses that were on the table. She made sure to wash them, clean the table, then she carefully made her way out of the house: "Go on, I'm listening." Detective Lauren firmly said. "That's all. I left the house and never came back." Pearl replied. "What do you take me for?" Detective Lauren questioned in a harsh tone.

Pearl removed her hand and said with a self-righteous tone, “Of course! I’m not that easy to deceive!” Ruth nodded and slightly raised her head to indicate for her to leave. “Go out.” Pearl became anxious. “You’ve deceived me before, so I naturally suspect you. I’m just scared of being tricked by you again. Who knows if you will—” “I need to change clothes.” Ruth’s helpless words stopped Pearl from continuing to explain her guilty conscience. Pearl was stunned for a moment, then got what she meant. She sized her up and said, “I have the same body structure. I don’t want to look at you either!”

(PEARL) “HARUNA.” Waking up as she finds herself back in the library and in front of the pearl that is the memento of everything about her past and original world. She looks at her left hand as she realizes that she’s holding the book that is now filling and completed along with the current chapter that she is playing as one of its actresses. Taking it as a gift of successfully solving the entire game at hand, she smiles as it vanishes and turns into a cloud of crimson dust that flew inside the pearl that marks it with a faint flame-like pattern visible only to hers.