The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1168

David stroked his beard thoughtfully, sitting up a bit straighter as he spoke in a low, mysterious tone, "Hey Paul, ever heard of the Massolio family?"

Paul suddenly coughed, "Cough, cough..."

Thinking Paul might have a sore throat, David quickly dug into his pocket, pulled out a tin, and handed him a lozenge.

Paul gave him a quick look, then took it.

Once Paul started sucking on the lozenge and stopped coughing, David

continued, "They say the Massolio family has roots going back to some legendary healer, with skills so impressive they can pull someone back from the brink of death. Quite the tale, huh?"

Paul crushed the lozenge between his teeth, inwardly rolling his eyes at the exaggeration. "Too much folklore," he thought.

"But, you know, there are loads of versions of this story, and no one really knows

if

it's true or if the family even exists," David

skeptically remarked, "Rumors are just

head, "Exaggerations or not, I think there's

always had a hunch that the person who taught him about ancient herbal remedies might be linked to this

him for

focus, admiring the orchids in front of him, satisfaction clear on his face, "These orchid seedlings are thriving because of

as a wise figure, quite different from the

need for the formalities, President. Just stick to

replied graciously, "We'll still need your expertise for a

"Of course," Paul answered.

a phone call and had to step away, leaving the conversation hanging. He quickly left the small

to his cabin. He grabbed his fully charged phone, opened a

his village's satellite internet was spotty, and he got busy with other things, so he hadn't kept up with

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