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

Chapter 1690

Asa was finding the whole situation more and more intriguing. If his memory served him right, this guy had been around the base for a good twenty years or so. Yet, he looked so incredibly young?

Santos seemed not to notice Asa's curious expression. He just said, "Thanks for the past few days. I should be heading out. If you ever need anything, just give me a shout."

This was like a promise wrapped up in gratitude.

Asa gave a slight smile as he rose from his chair, "No trouble at all. I'll have someone see Mr. Santos out."

Santos mulled it over for a moment but decided not to refuse. He already owed a favor, and playing it modest now wouldn't be wise. "Thanks."

Before long, Santos was on his way, driven off in a car.

Asa stood on the balcony of the second floor, watching the black car disappear from view, his face unreadable.

"Sir, why did you help Mr. Santos like that?" his assistant asked quietly from behind.

life was one thing, but purposefully steering away those who

looked even more defined. After a pause, he replied nonchalantly, "It's been a

wasn't keen on explaining further, he didn't dare ask more. "Should we have

do you think?" Asa gave

head, "Got it. I'll

turned and headed back

leaving the chaos behind, Santos had the car drop him off in

way to an SUV parked by

on his neck that gave off a tough vibez He just glanced at the rearview mirror and started the engine without a word,

for the pain in his chest to ease

window frame, replied lazily, "It's in the box

reached over, opened

box. He opened it just enough to peek