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

Chapter 1441

The assistant next to him hadn't left yet. He rarely saw his boss with such an expression and couldn't help but glance at the computer screen. However, he couldn't make heads or tails of it and didn't dare to ask more.

Asa closed the laptop, pondering over the situation Ben had been in lately, and the recent news about the "incident" with the cheetah mentioned again by the assistant. He then told the assistant, "Go check if something happened on Ben's end."

The assistant nodded in acknowledgment.

Thanks to his connections, the assistant brought the information he had gathered early the next morning.

Asa had suspected something might have happened to Ben last night, and now his suspicions were confirmed, so his expression was rather grim. "You couldn't find out who did it?"

The assistant shook his head. "Right now, all we know is that Mr. Ben is incoherent, practically incapacitated. As for what exactly happened, we can't find out. I think someone doesn't want us to figure it out."

Asa's eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment, he said, "You're saying he's incoherent?"

"That's what the undercover sources found out," the assistant paused before adding, "How about we bring Mr. Ben back? Maybe we could help him recover at the base?"

"No need," Asa's voice was cool. "He can't be moved."

Whoever had incapacitated Ben could have easily killed him, but they chose only to incapacitate him. This indicated that the perpetrator was utterly confident, and attempting to move Ben would likely be more trouble than it was worth.

At that moment, Asa thought of someone and turned to the assistant, "Schedule a meeting with Santos for me."

**

At the school.

in the classroom. After asking her dorm mate, she learned that Lisa had gone to the girls' dormitory after

Lisa was lying on her bed, looking listless not from illness

Lisa seemed a bit

an eyebrow and said, "Shall we find

to face Mirabella, struggling internally before finally getting

and casually

her head, hands

after a while, she apologized with guilt, "Emmitt, he... he actually always wanted

steps, lazily glancing at

her nose, "I

patted Lisa on the shoulder, "Don't blame yourself; it's

gave a bitter

head, "It is, it's a big deal. If you hadn't met me,

è targeted you."

belongs

softly, truly a