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...

gist. He paused his work and looked at her. "If you

her phone back into her pocket, glanced at the analysis on her

was still early

then." Adler didn't push

call, he was curious

up, gesturing for Adler

part

structural

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it

taking the

"Take your time

get up and see

enough, Mirabella left Adler's

reached the pharmaceutical association, it was almost five in

car, she headed towards the entrance and spotted Grant waiting at the

you're here." Grant had the security guard swipe a card

politely and walked in, not noticing the turmoil in

Grant led the way and apologized, "Sorry you had to

worries," Mirabella shrugged it off,