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“Irene, can you come see me once you’ve packed up. The rest of you… what are you still doing here? Go, go, go!” Pearl went back to her own desk and waited, silently rehearsing to herself how this conversation was supposed to go. Now 27, she had achieved her goal of becoming a teacher, but it wasn’t all she had imagined it would be. The pay was alright when she was working, but all the unpaid time in the evenings, and so called holidays, built up and she felt overworked and undervalued. After mentioning this to her Step-Brother, Allen, he came up with a potential solution.

What he had left was savings, and a handful of investments that, he was uncomfortably aware, had originally been set up in his name by Claire, back when she'd still believed in him enough to do that kind of thing. He hadn't told Rebecca that part. He hadn't told anyone that part. "Can we just get to it?" Karen said, checking the time on her phone with deliberate visibility. "I have an actual schedule. I cannot keep sitting here while you build suspense for an audience of three." "Which you'll be compensated for," Rebecca said, with a flash of irritation. "You might try treating the people paying you with slightly more patience. After all, this consultation session isn't free.”

"How can you be that comfortable when Lauren is plotting how to send you and your husband to jail? Pearl's eyes widened and she sat up straight. She gave a signal and the spa attendant excused them. "What are you talking about? "I made a visit to the fashion store today and had a little chat with Lauren. She plans on sueing you and your husband for the outstanding debts. According to her, you guys stole company funds and she has evidence" Pearl felt her heart stop and her eyes shrunk. "You're lying. You've always been a liar" "Why would I lie about something like this? Take it or leave it but don't say I didn't warn you. She's keeping the evidence in her office by the way. Listen to this"

Rabiah sat slowly, although it was not a lot of money for her, she only had about five million in her account. "I can run around, there was a pharma company looking for her to be their endorser. They were offering thirty million." Labeebah's mother didn't speak, she only sighed at the unfortunate events that had happened, how her Labeebah became someone who would have to beg for anything.

Pearl strutted over on her heels, looked at them, and said, “This is a party for socialites, not a jewelry fair. She’s just a new designer. There’s nothing interesting about that.” Pearl sized up Willow with disdain in her eyes. That was her confidence. Pearl was part of the jewelry business, and her father, Antonio, was well known. Since she was from the La Perla Group, she had a great status and social standing. La Perla was only second to Taylor Jewelry and on par with Hailey & Co., but in reality, it was better than them. Vaenna of the Vanderbilts was nowhere near them. Furthermore, she was just a new designer who was just starting to become reputable. Pearl was not concerned about her.

"As the general manager of the emerging East League International Investment Group, Pearl is suspected to be close to chairman David and has assets valued at over ten billion dollars." Worth over ten billion dollars? How much money was ten billion dollars? They could not understand the astronomical figure, but they knew it should be a lot. A little bit of money from under her fingernails was enough to feed their two families for a lifetime. "Minnie, I think you should persuade Sam to apologize to Pearl. After all, she's his sister. They're family, and there's nothing they can't get past," Mrs. Fuller said to Minnie in a serious tone.

Inna turned and left. *** Pearl was marking manuscripts, when Carey knocked. Pearl looked fast into her eyes, and said, "Not now, let's talk later. I'm busy." "It's urgent." Carey said in a pleading voice. "I hope you're not planning on asking me for a loan, because I won't give you any. I'm broke too. My salary will come a week late, and I have so many needs that only money can solve..I need to fix my MacBook, i want to repaint Brandy's bedroom and turn it into a classroom, I'm starting my private lessons next week.." Pearl abruptly stopped talking when she noticed Carey was leaning on the door quietly, and patiently. She suddenly realized Carey wasn't looking for a loan.

5 billion, leaving her fuming. "So what?!" Sif snarled through her teeth. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you—that hale pearl you have? Bail Leaf bought it from my family… If I recall correctly, we sold it for two hundred thousand like it was just a glass orb, and you spent 200 million on it! How about that! Surprised, aren't you?!" Trevor frowned at her words—it did not matter if he lost money, but to find out that Sif had sold it at such a low price was actually frustrating.

“She’s mine.” Everyone froze. Even Ethan looked up from his drink. “Fifty million? You’re serious?” Denis asked. Lawrence’s lips curved faintly. “Completely.” The deal was sealed with a handshake; a cruel game between spoiled heirs who had never faced consequences. And Pearl Adams, the quiet girl in the red gown, had no idea she had just become the target of a bet that would ruin her life. The Trap The next few weeks passed quickly; parties, classes, photo shoots. Everywhere Pearl went, there were smiles and friendly faces.

“I heard that Z got married. This is most likely his darling wife. Heh, leaving something so precious to her… Z can’t have thought that she would bring it here!” “What should we do next, Mr. Bayer?” “Ask the guy to give her a price. Let’s start with $150,000!” Cordelia was greeted back by the employee amidst her distress. The employee cracked a grin as he told her, “Miss, after our professional assessment, there would be no problem pawning this bangle for $150,000.” There was a buzz in Cordelia’s ears as she was stupefied for ten seconds. $150,000? She clutched the bangle and looked caught in a dilemma.