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.

enough to know he wouldn't ask about a

instead asked, "Is the overseas side

hesitated slightly before replying, "You

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

managed, David didn't overthink it and simply said, "We can't possibly gather the herbs in time. If negotiation's off the table, then we'll just have to breach the contract

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

there any other way to fix this?" Presley's eyes lit up slightly, as if he'd been waiting for this question,

already brought that up with Dean, and he

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

a bit,

mentioned he's on the hunt for a rare herb. If we can offer that as a substitute, this whole mess

"What herb?" David asked.

the exact name, but Dean's secretary sent me a picture.