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

Chapter 1291

After Presley finished speaking, he didn't bother reclaiming his phone from David and just walked out of the office. His exit had an air of defiance, a far cry from his usual courteous demeanor.

Once he was completely out of sight, David, who had been standing tall, suddenly hunched over a bit, clutching his chest as his face turned pale.

"Mr. President, are you alright?" The assistant quickly helped David into a chair, fetched a glass of water, and handed him some medicine from the drawer.

David took the medicine, leaning back in the chair for a while until his color returned. He waved a hand dismissively, "I'm fine."

Though relieved, the assistant still looked worried. "About Presley..."

David closed his eyes briefly, then said, "Give Paul a call. Tell him we don't need any more craftsmen at the base right now. Isn't someone in his family sick? Let him take his time coming back."

Presley usually handled those dealings. David wasn't entirely sure

take over Paul's project instead of insisting on Paul. Plus, Presley mentioned handing Paul over

his gaze, his eyebrows knitted

softly said, "Presley's attitude was a bit much, but his point wasn't without merit. Paul did sign a contract with

with the issue at the herb storage and Dean

does that seem normal to you?"

to be Paul's makes it hard not to suspect something's amiss. David wouldn't be in his role if he

saying, could it be that Dean's actually interested in Paul himself, not just the herb?" The

were fixed on the door,

looked at David, puzzled. "But Paul is just a regular guy from