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.

of Grant's conflicted expression, Mirabella thought for a moment but didn't press further. She

against the door, feeling a bit guilty. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out his phone and opened Devon's Messenger. He sent a

is

assessment day, and

from behind his desk,

down, skipping the small talk. "Why did you want

picked up a French press, boiled some water, and started making coffee. "It's nothing major. I just wanted to chat about some new rules and

her knees, were delicate and fair. She flicked away an imaginary speck of dust and

poured the coffee, then walked over to his desk,

document, her eyebrows arching slightly. After a brief pause, she took

Mr. Boyd signed with you before was a bit sketchy, pretty much just