Became A Queen After divorce

After having dinner at the Gilliam family’s home, Sam left.

Pearl personally walked him downstairs, her strange behavior causing Sam to frown frequently.

Sam’s lips parted slightly as he asked in confusion, “Miss Pearl, is there something else?”

The young woman looked down at her shoes, her left foot drawing circles on the ground, appearing every bit a shy girl in the throes of first love.

“What? Can’t I just look for you even if there’s nothing?”

It was only moments ago that she learned Sam was different from the regular subordinates; he was a friend of Declan’s son.

Yet she wondered why her father had never mentioned him before.

Sam continued to watch her silently, suddenly noticing that her face was somewhat flushed.

“It’s not that, Miss Pearl. If there’s nothing else, please don’t waste my time. I have a lot to do, unlike you who are so free.”

“I…”

Pearl attempted to retort, but she suddenly realized that he was right; she really was rather idle.

“Who says I’m free? I’m here for business. You heard what my father said earlier; he wants you to accompany me to the hospital.”

To save face, she added unnecessarily, “And don’t think I’m going to apologize. That hooligan behaved badly, I only hit him because he provoked me first.”

“I understand. I’ll be at the hospital at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

That was what Pearl was waiting to hear.

Had she said she wanted to see him, Sam definitely wouldn’t agree, so she had to find a reasonable excuse.

“Fine, come pick me up tomorrow morning.”

“Hmm?”

Where he lived was about a half-hour drive from the Gilliam Mansion, and the hospital was in the opposite direction…

It would be much more convenient for Pearl to start from here.

“Why?”

“I don’t know how to drive.”

“Your family has drivers.”

Of course, the house had drivers, and not just one or two, but that didn’t matter to her.

She specifically wanted Sam to pick her up.

Hands on her hips in anger, she raised her cute face.

“Are you coming or not? If you don’t come, then I won’t go to the hospital either… if my father asks, I’ll say it’s all your fault.”

Threats, again with the threats! Usually, Sam wasn’t susceptible to such tactics; anyone who dared threaten him was destined for Hell, or worse off alive than dead.

But times had changed; he had business to stay within the Gilliam family.

Hands tightening on the steering wheel, his knuckles visibly turned white.

“Fine, I’ll be there on time tomorrow morning. If Miss Pearl has no other instruction, goodbye then.”

Pearl, having achieved her goal, stuck out her little pink tongue playfully, waving her hand.

“Nope, nothing else, you can go now. Goodbye.”

“Hmph.” Sam coldly snorted internally, quickly rolling up the window and driving off.

He glanced in the mirror and noticed Pearl still standing there, watching him, which left him puzzled. What exactly did she want?

After seeing Sam off, the smile on Pearl’s face never faded.

Just thinking of Sam’s helpless yet annoyed look made her chuckle.

“Sam… you’ve successfully caught my attention.”

Talking to herself and giggling like a fool, the servants passing by cast a few scared glances her way. Hmm? Could Pearl be… a bit off?

The next day, the sky was as blue as washed, and the sun shone brightly, illuminating the chrysanthemums in the front yard which bloomed vigorously.

Sam was a punctual person, arriving precisely at 9 AM at the Gilliam Mansion.

Trusted deeply by Mr. Gilliam, Sam’s frequent appearances here were well known.

The servants promptly greeted him.

“Mr. Hurst, I can park your car for you.”

“No need, I’m waiting for someone, and will leave soon,” Sam courteously declined, leaning back in his seat with an elegant posture.

The servants, having no right to question who he was waiting for, awkwardly walked away.

“Alright, I won’t disturb you then.”

After waiting for about two minutes, Sam saw that Miss Pearl had not yet appeared, and let out a subtle sigh.

Soon, however, a black silhouette entered his view, approaching from afar.

When he saw the person’s face clearly, he turned away in disappointment.

It was Libby…

At the same time, Libby, noticing Sam, paused for a moment.

Was he waiting specifically for her? Regardless of the reason, she felt it appropriate to greet him.

Libby, in a high-heeled stride, quickly approached.

Her tall and sexy figure in a black short leather skirt looked ravishing, like a night enchantress.

“So early, Mr. Hurst, why are you here? Did my father have any instructions?”

“Waiting for someone.”

Sam’s response only reinforced Libby’s thoughts.

“Perfect, I also need to go to the hospital, let’s go together.”

Saying that, she reached out to open the passenger door.

Sam’s eyes narrowed, lips parting as he prepared to refuse…

But a sweet and imperious voice interrupted.

“No, he’s waiting for me.”

A small, soft white hand promptly pressed on the door, as Pearl swiftly slipped into the passenger seat.

She quickly buckled her seatbelt, securing her position.

Pearl smiled with dimples as she looked at her sister Libby still standing outside.

“Sis, why not sit in the back? It’s more comfortable.”

As she spoke, she projected a sense of “I’m doing this for your good.”

Completely oblivious to Sam’s sour expression.

Libby was not one to settle for less; she gave them both a meaningful glance and turned to leave.

“No need, you and Mr. Hurst go ahead. I’ll drive myself there.”

“Don’t be like that, Libby. It’ll seem like I took your seat. If Father knew, he’d scold me for being inconsiderate.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Whether Pearl’s words were intentional or not, Libby narrowed her eyes, realizing her younger sister’s subtle complexities.

With just a single sentence, Pearl made her wary.

“Pearl, you’re overthinking. It’s not about taking seats… I plan to drive myself for some errands later.”

Libby’s explanation eased Pearl’s mind.

“That’s good, otherwise, I’d feel guilty.”

Libby’s face darkened as she turned, her gaze turning icy, exuding a murderous chill.

Guilty? Hardly!