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?"

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

getting the prescription through

to a nearby safe, and punched in the code. The door clicked open, and he pulled out a

his eyes slightly, Presley shut the safe and handed the box

then took it.

to most, but tricky

box, but Presley's words made his fingers twitch, and he quickly closed it. He understood exactly what Presley

he supposed to use this on someone from the Shepherd

had mentioned James's health problems a few days

Dane a look. "Just use this on James, and that prescription

James showed up with Mirabella, it was

was James What

Presley interrupted him, knowing

his mind.

about? It's just a regular fragrance. Unless you spill the beans, no one will

uneasy. "But it's James we're talking