Became A Queen After divorce

In the end, Pearl did not stay at Ruth’s house.

She pawned her gold necklace for some cash and rented a room in a nearby town.

It cost sixty a night, without even a bathroom, which was a far cry from the five-star hotels she usually stayed in.

Ruth was bending over to help her make the bed, apologetically saying, “I’m sorry, Pearl. It’s my fault you have to stay in a place like this. It’s really too much for you.”

Normally, Pearl wouldn’t have set foot in such a shabby place.

However, after seeing how hard people in the slums worked to survive, she felt she had no right to be picky.

“It’s fine, it’s just for one night. I think it’s quite nice. By the way, Ruth, do you want to stay with me? We can chat all night.”

Ruth smiled and shook her head, declining the invitation. “No, I need to go back and take care of my dad. If I’m late, he’ll worry.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you should go back then, it’s not safe to walk when it gets dark.”

Pearl noticed how backward the place was; there were no electric lights, let alone streetlights.

At night, those who could afford it lit candles;

the poor went to bed early, which was why they often had three, four, or five children.

“Okay, I’ll leave now. If you need anything, just ask the owner downstairs.”

“I’ll see you out.”

The innkeeper was a plump middle-aged woman.

When she caught a glimpse of the fashionable Pearl coming down the stairs, her eyes lit up with a thought she shouldn’t have.

“Oh, are you leaving, miss?”

Pearl, thinking the owner was just making casual conversation, innocently replied, “Yes, she is my friend, she was just helping me book the room.”

“So, you’re staying here alone then.”

“Yes.”

The innkeeper was delighted to hear this and smiled broadly.

“That’s good, that’s good. You two chat.”

With that, the innkeeper pretended to be busy with a magazine, but her eyes never left the two of them.

The one on the left was behaving strangely but was clearly wealthy;

the one on the right, while less striking, had a body and face that could fetch a good price.

“People here are quite friendly,” Pearl murmured.

Ruth, who had grown up in the lower echelons of society, was used to seeing all kinds of sinister and cunning behavior.

She found the innkeeper’s reaction strange and suspicious, but there was no choice; this was the only inn in town.

Before leaving, she warned Pearl, “Be careful at night. Lock the doors and windows.”

“Got it. Don’t worry.”

After watching Ruth leave, Pearl prepared to go to her room to rest.

At that moment, the innkeeper came over enthusiastically with two white candles and handed them to her.

“Wait, miss, there’s no electricity at night. Use these for now.”

Pearl politely thanked her and was about to leave when she was stopped.

“I am Chulaean, from a thousand-year-old ancient nation,” Pearl said proudly.

Although her ID stated “Metshire nationality,” she had always known her parents were Chulaeans from Ineburgh.

“Is there anything else, ma’am? If not, I’ll go upstairs to rest.”

The innkeeper smiled awkwardly and stepped aside.

“No, miss, rest well. If you need anything, just ring the bell by your bed.”

“Okay.”

As she reached her room door, Pearl was about to close it when she heard a soft, gentle voice.

“Is the owner here? I have a question.”

Curious, she peeked down to the lobby.

A young woman, in her early twenties, dressed in a blue wide-sleeved top and short skirt, adorned with eye-catching silver jewelry that jingled with her movements, was speaking to the innkeeper.

Two middle-aged men, one thin and one fat, with rough and fierce appearances, stood behind her.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Who are they? They don’t look like locals. They sound Chulaean, and her outfit is beautiful.”

The innkeeper, thinking she was lucky to have Pearl, now saw a walking silver mine and wasn’t about to let them go.

“Honored guests, what do you wish to ask?”

The thin man spoke first, “Have you heard of Danny Gilliam?”

The innkeeper shook her head without hesitation, explaining, “I can’t remember everyone; so many people come here daily.”

Her answer disappointed the trio.

The fat man sighed deeply, “I think asking her is pointless. Since the letter says he’s in Zheemond, we should go there directly.”

The woman asked one last question, “How far is it to the city?”

“Thirty kilometers. It’s half an hour by car, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s too remote here; you won’t find a car at night.”

“And even if you do, it’s dangerous to travel in the dark without lights.”

“Why not stay here for the night? Tomorrow, I can arrange for my nephew to take you to the city.”

After some persuasive talking from the innkeeper, the three agreed to stay for the night.

Like with Pearl, the innkeeper gave them two candles.

Kiara, having grown up around all kinds of poisonous herbs and insects, had a naturally keen sense of smell.

She sensed something was off with the candles before even touching them.

But she chose to remain silent, curious about the innkeeper’s intentions.

Meanwhile, Pearl, finding nothing more to watch, closed her door.

“They’re looking for someone with my last name. Could that guy be my relative?”