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.

didn't run into Lisa in the classroom. After asking her dorm mate, she learned

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

seemed

raised an eyebrow and said, "Shall

Mirabella, struggling internally before finally getting up from the

sports field and casually

her head,

always wanted me

lazily glancing at Lisa,

nose, "I was too

aren't I?" Mirabella patted Lisa on the shoulder, "Don't blame yourself; it's

gave a bitter smile

a big deal. If you hadn't met

è targeted you."

belongs

softly, truly