It wasn't something Pearl could pull off. Fleur said, "You're indeed clever, Darius, but it's just gonna stress me out when we have anything to do with each other in the future."

Darius seemed unfazed by her words. He raised an eyebrow, put his wine glass on the table, and looked her in the eye. "Actually, there's no need for you to trust or befriend me." He leaned back and rested his arms on the armrests. "I'm tired of playing games—tell me what you're here for."

Fleur didn't expect him to be so blunt. She dropped her smile and said, "Simply said, I want you to avenge me."

"Give me the details." Darius calmly grabbed his spaghetti and started eating as if nothing had happened. On the other hand, Fleur's face turned red as she started trembling with rage. From Pearl's perspective, Fleur and Darius seemed to be in two different worlds. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them, and they couldn't see each other.

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