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.

did you end up meeting him?" Presley switched topics, aware

specialist, and he applied," the

his gaze inscrutable, "Do you

his head, "I'm not sure about

but didn't press further. He simply said, "Try convincing your boss

we can afford to cross. David might not get it, but you need to

quiet hum,

his point made, Presley let Grant leave and turned to call his overseas contacts, asking them to

Monday rolled around.

seat next

shot Lisa a text to check in,

decided to

before someone picked up, and it

so

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