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...

Adler, so he picked up on the gist. He

glanced at the analysis on her computer screen, and kept

was still early

then." Adler didn't push

was curious to see the analysis

clicked save and stood up, gesturing

part

structural

I'll

about it later."

nodded, taking the

"Take your time with it; I'm

to get up and see her

enough, Mirabella left

time she reached the pharmaceutical association,

entrance and spotted Grant waiting

Mirabella, you're here." Grant had the security

and walked in, not noticing the turmoil in his

the way and apologized,

worries," Mirabella shrugged