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

Chapter 1243

The assistant shook his head, "I've already tried calling, but it's always Presley's assistant who picks up, and the answers are fuzzy, no clear-cut conclusion."

David listened and just murmured in agreement.

Right then, David's phone buzzed on the table. The assistant leaned over slightly to check it out and, as if on cue, said, "It's Presley calling."

David paused for a moment, then answered the call. Before he could even say a word, Presley's voice came through loud and clear.

"Chairman, where's that herbalist from last time from?"

Presley was sitting in a wooden cabin at an herb farm, his eyes fixed on a plant in the garden that resembled bamboo leaves.

"He's from a village down south, but I didn't get the exact location. Why the sudden interest in Paul?" David asked, a bit puzzled.

wouldn't ask about a

a stone table, sidestepping David's question and instead asked, "Is the overseas side still refusing our request for a delivery extension, Chairman?

hesitated slightly before replying,

the side, just getting the lowdown," Presley replied,

can't possibly gather the herbs in time. If negotiation's off the table, then we'll just have to breach the

touch of seriousness, "Compensation is minor, but the fallout from a

to fix this?" Presley's eyes lit up slightly, as if he'd been waiting for this question, "Yes, we could try negotiating to use a different herb as a

immediately shook his head, "No, I've already brought that

you haven't offered Dean what he really wants," Presley said

a bit, "What do

offer that as a substitute, this whole mess could be sorted out easily," Presley

"What herb?" David asked.

name, but Dean's secretary sent me a picture. I'll forward it