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."

few collaborations with his group, Presley usually handled those dealings. David wasn't entirely

craftsman take over Paul's project instead

his

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

that would be fine, but with the issue at the

does that seem normal

hard not to suspect something's amiss.

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

the door, his

David, puzzled. "But Paul is just