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.

that guy, Paul, the pharmacist... How did you end up meeting him?" Presley switched topics,

and he applied," the assistant replied honestly, holding

nodded, his gaze inscrutable, "Do you know

not sure about that. Didn't get into the

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

added, “Dean isn't someone we can afford to cross. David might not get it, but you need

with a quiet hum, not adding

and turned to call his

Monday rolled around.

walked into the classroom and noticed the seat next to her

text to check in, but the morning slipped

lunchtime, Mirabella decided to call

someone picked up, and it wasn't Lisa-it

at home, so she

the phone in hand, Mirabella recalled the message Lisa had sent on Saturday saying she was a school, so