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.

guy, Paul, the pharmacist... How did you end up meeting him?"

needed a specialist, and he applied," the assistant

inscrutable, "Do you know where

"I'm not sure about that. Didn't get into

further. He simply said, "Try convincing your

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

a quiet hum, not adding

let Grant leave and turned to call his overseas contacts, asking

Monday rolled around.

noticed the seat next to her was empty- Lisa wasn't

shot Lisa a text to check in, but the morning slipped

lunchtime, Mirabella decided to call

someone

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

recalled the message Lisa had sent on Saturday saying she was a school, so she asked, "Gracie,