Erin's tone was frosty. She had her hands behind her back, and her expression was severe as she looked at Pearl. Pearl gulped and lowered her head, looking aggrieved. Erin didn't say anything else because she could sense that Pearl truly felt wronged.

She was no enlightened martial artist and didn't have heightened senses, but after being around Darius and Bridget for so long, she'd learned how to read people well and was confident she was right eighty percent of the time.

Pearl wasn't putting on an act. Even if she were, there was no one to admire her acting. Darius had moved into this villa immediately after purchasing it without telling anyone, so there weren't any people around or surveillance cameras installed—who could possibly be watching Pearl?

As Erin tried to think of something to appease Pearl, an ugly look crept onto the doctor's face as he skimmed through the results of Pearl's blood test. "Damn," he cursed, sounding frustrated. "Mr. Reid's truly intelligent; his guesse