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

Chapter 1352

Mirabella didn't know anyone named Presley, so she squinted slightly at the mention of the name. She remembered how Grant had been dodging her messages all day yesterday, and when he finally called today, he was hemming and hawing. He even used the excuse of needing some meds to lure her to the association, without explaining a thing beforehand... It all seemed a bit too planned.

Sensing Mirabella's sharp gaze, Grant instinctively looked away, avoiding her eyes. He knocked on the office door instead.

Only once he heard a voice from inside say, "Come in," did he turn the knob and push the door open.

Mirabella stood there for a moment, thinking. "Is David not here?" she asked.

Grant hesitated, finally managing a soft "Hmm," without going into details. "Please, head in first," he suggested.

It wasn't that he didn't want to explain, but what good would it do? Even the president couldn't handle Presley, and Mirabella was just a regular student. If things got messy with Presley, it wouldn't end well for her. Better to go along with it than fight a losing battle.

for a moment but didn't press

the door behind her, silently hoping Presley wouldn't stir up trouble. He leaned against the door, feeling a bit guilty. After a couple of minutes, he pulled

Mirabella is at the

Mirabella. The first was during the pharmacy association's assessment day, and she seemed to have some connections with

smile, stood up from behind his desk, and gestured to

gaze brushed over Presley before she turned and sat down, skipping the small

some water, and started

her dark coat making her seem even more aloof. Her fingers, resting on her knees, were delicate and fair. She flicked away an imaginary speck

his desk,

at the document, her eyebrows arching

sat back down, took a sip of his coffee, and spoke, "The contract Mr. Boyd signed with you before was a bit sketchy, pretty