Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chatper 487

Chapter 487

Pearl and her friends entered the ballroom and took their seats.

Mister Derek was the first to stand up and raise his glass. He seemed to have had a few too many drinks, as his

cheeks were flushed. “Today marks the completion of our drama ‘When I Met You.’ Let’s all enjoy ourselves since

everyone has worked hard!”

Mobius continued to heap food onto Esther’s plate, prompting her to protest, “Mobius, stop it. I’ve told you

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countless times that I’m on a diet. I can’t eat anymore!”

“Why are you dieting? You’re not even fat.”

Esther exaggerated, “I’m not? Are you blind, Mobius? Have you seen any artists weighing over 110 pounds?”

Mobius knew Esther had gained some weight for this drama, even Her face had become slightly rounder. But to

him, she still looked slim.

Esther might have had a youthful face, but she was pretty tall, close to five feet seven. At around 110 pounds, she

was nicely proportioned and looked rather slender.

“So what? It doesn’t matter to me,” Mobius muttered under his breath.

But Esther heard him. “What did you say, Mobius? I heard that. I knew you secretly liked me and wanted to be with

me, but you’re too embarrassed to admit it!”

“Quit yapping and eat up.” Mobius gave her a stern look and lightly knocked her head.

Esther didn’t refuse this time; she opened up and ate heartily. Mobius had made it clear that he didn’t mind, so

what was there to worry about?

“Enough with this dieting nonsense! Get out of my mind!” Esther thought, frustrated with her own thoughts.

Watching the two of them flirt, Pearl felt like a mother watching her daughter grow up.

Richard was also busy serving food to Pearl, paying attention to her preferences and using separate utensils while

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serving her.

“I don’t like papaya, Richard…” Pearl looked at the mound of food on her plate, feeling just as baffled as Esther. It

seemed like Richard had lost his mind, serving her a large bowl of tapioca papaya milk, as if he was putting her on a

lactation diet.

Richard glanced below her neck and said nonchalantly, “You should take good care of yourself.

“What are you trying to say, Richard?” Pearl chuckled, nearly grinding her teeth in frustration.

Suddenly, an idea for revenge crossed her mind. She picked up a piece of sauteed pork from her plate and placed

it on Richard’s plate. “Here, have some. They say you are what you eat. This will make you stronger.”

The people sitting nearby were surprised by the conversation and leaned in to listen closely.