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

Chapter 1351

Grant looked down slightly and replied, "She said she'd come by once she's done."

Presley, hearing this, nodded approvingly. "Good to know, Grant. You never let me down."

Grant managed a small smile, though inside he felt he had no real choice.

"Oh, by the way, I have something for you." Presley opened a drawer from his desk, took out a bottle, and placed it on the table. "David's been under the weather. This should help him."

Grant's eyes landed on the bottle. He clenched his fingers, suppressing a wave of distaste, then picked it up, saying as politely as he could, "Thanks for your concern, Presley."

"No need to thank me; I hope David gets better soon too." Presley's smile was warm and seemingly genuine.

Grant avoided looking directly at Presley's face, replying in a measured tone, "If there's nothing else, I'll go wait for Ms. Mirabella."

"Go ahead." Presley waved him off.

Once Grant left, Presley pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer, his lips curling into a smirk as he admired the lively handwriting.

The allure of a secret formula.

Meanwhile...

he picked up on the gist. He

her pocket, glanced at the analysis on her computer screen,

was still early

then." Adler didn't

call, he was curious

clicked save and stood up, gesturing for Adler to

part

the structural

I'll

about it

nodded, taking the

checked the time and said, "Take your time

see

Mirabella

the time she reached the pharmaceutical association, it was

entrance and

Grant had the security guard swipe a card to open the

in, not noticing the turmoil

led the way and apologized, "Sorry

worries," Mirabella shrugged it off,