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.

How did you end up meeting him?"

online. The pharmacy needed a specialist, and he applied," the assistant replied

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

not sure about

for a moment but didn't press further. He simply said, "Try convincing your boss to get that pharmacist back soon. It's

cross. David might not get

with a quiet hum, not adding anything

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

Monday rolled around.

walked into the classroom and noticed the seat next to her

to check in, but the morning

Mirabella decided

before someone picked up,

home, so she hasn't been to school," Gracie's voice carried a

saying she was a school, so she asked,