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

Chapter 1385

Leon gave a slight nod, exuding a cool, distant vibe that was especially striking in his deep, ocean-blue eyes. Presley thought about walking him downstairs, but Leon raised a hand to decline the offer. Even though Leon barely spoke, Presley didn't mind one bit.

He stood there, a mix of awe and respect in his eyes, watching Leon until he vanished inside the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed, Presley turned to Dane, his expression slipping back into its usual confident demeanor. “Let's talk inside."

"Sure," Dane said, setting aside his thoughts and carefully trailing Presley into the office.

Presley settled into a seat by the couch and motioned for Dane to join him. "Did you get the prescription?"

"Not yet..." Dane admitted, eyes downcast. "Sorry, even my dad couldn't get it from that young lady."

Presley had guessed as much but couldn't hide his irritation. “Such a simple task... Come on, Dane, you need to step it up."

Dane nodded, his hands clammy with sweat. "I'm really sorry. I didn't expect her

to ignore my dad's request. Could you give me a bit more time?"

fingers on his knee, lost in thought for a moment. He had banked on Dane because of his father's supposed good rapport

seemed getting the prescription through

got up, walked over to a nearby safe, and punched in the

shut the safe and handed the

looked up, hesitated, then

seat again. "Harmless to most, but tricky for someone with hidden health

words made his fingers twitch, and he quickly closed

to use this on someone from the

mentioned James's health problems a few days back, which

this on James,

last association meeting, when James showed up

box, Dane trusted Presley but was worried because the target was

Presley interrupted him, knowing

was on his mind. "What

regular fragrance. Unless you spill the beans, no one will

"But it's James