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.

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

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

Mirabella is

Presley's second time meeting Mirabella. The first was during the pharmacy association's assessment day, and she seemed to have some connections with the Shepherd family. She carried herself with a

flashed a friendly smile, stood up from behind his desk, and gestured to a chair. "Please, take

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

and started making coffee. "It's nothing major. I just wanted to chat

more aloof. Her fingers, resting on her knees, were delicate and fair. She flicked away an imaginary speck of

poured the coffee, then walked over to his desk, pulled

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

took a sip of his coffee, and spoke, "The contract Mr.