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

Chapter 1660

The middle-aged man on the floor was struggling to shake off the pounding pain, but his right knee, still reeling from that brutal kick, just wouldn't cooperate. He glanced up at the man sitting at the head of the table, disbelief written all over his face. They had waltzed in here with an air of confidence, never expecting the other guy to be so unbending, even going as far as to get physical. The current head of the Davis family was every bit as cold and hard as the rumors made him out to be.

Asa, noticing his companion might let slip something else reckless, stepped forward a bit. "Apologies, Mr. Davis. My buddy here tends to be a little too blunt for his own good. I hope you can let it slide." The middle-aged man balled his fists, realizing he had no choice but to swallow his pride and apologize too.

Jim sat there, emanating the same powerful presence as always, not saying a word, just fixing his gaze on Asa. The silence in the hall was so intense it felt like even the air had thinned out. After a tense two minutes, Jim finally spoke, but he only said three words: "Five minutes."

Though he didn't say much, everyone knew what he meant. Asa had only five minutes to make his case. For Asa, that was plenty. He leaned down to help the middle-aged man to his feet and said, "Mr. Davis, I didn't get to introduce him earlier. This is Mr. Santos."

Santos, so he stayed quiet, waiting for more details. Once Santos was steady, Asa let go and turned to Jim again. "I heard you've been looking for a woman named Hunter. Turns out, Mr. Santos here

at the mention of Hunter. His

slightly. How

heard that name? So long that the person it belonged to

together, Jim asked Santos,

hands on his thighs, kept a calm but slightly wooden look. After getting roughed

pulled out his phone, flipped to a photo,