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

Chapter 1292

After a little while, the assistant grabbed his phone and headed over to see Presley.

"Do you feel like your boss has been losing his touch lately, maybe getting a bit indecisive?" Presley casually twirled his phone, glancing at Grant with a laid-back tone.

The assistant, head slightly lowered, chose to stay silent, not biting at Presley's bait.

A smirk played on Presley's lips as he continued, "David's getting up there in age. He won't be at the helm for much longer."

"He's still the president for now," the assistant finally chimed in.

"People have to think ahead for themselves, don't you agree?" Presley remarked, as if he hadn't heard Grant, his words floating in the air.

Grant's fingers clenched slightly; he couldn't overlook the deeper meaning in Presley's words. After a moment, he nodded, "You've got a point."

Presley's eyes narrowed slightly, "I've always admired your knack for handling things."

"Thank you for the compliment, Presley," Grant replied with a polite smile.

meeting him?" Presley

needed a specialist, and he applied," the assistant replied honestly,

nodded, his gaze inscrutable, "Do you know where he's from

not sure about that. Didn't get into

examined Grant for a moment but didn't press further. He simply said, "Try convincing your boss to

he added, “Dean isn't someone we can afford to cross. David

nodded with a quiet hum, not adding anything

Presley let Grant leave and turned to call his overseas

Monday rolled around.

noticed the seat next to her was empty-

bit puzzled, she shot Lisa a text to check in, but the morning slipped by with no

Mirabella decided to call

a while before someone

cold and resting at home, so she hasn't been

she was a school, so she asked,