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...

from Adler, so he picked up on the gist. He paused his work and looked at her. "If you have urgent things

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was still

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nature of her call, he was curious to see the analysis results before making any

hour, Mirabella clicked save and stood up,

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it later."

nodded, taking the

time and said, "Take

to get up and see her off,

Mirabella

pharmaceutical association,

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

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

not noticing the turmoil in his

walked, Grant led the way and apologized,

worries," Mirabella shrugged