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.

those who were after him? That

gaze back, tilting his head slightly. His sharp features looked even more defined. After a pause, he replied nonchalantly, "It's been

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

you think?" Asa gave him

head, "Got it. I'll make

turned and

drop him off in a busy downtown area. It was still early, and

his way to an SUV parked by the curb. Santos

gave off a tough vibez He just glanced

in his chest to ease a bit before

replied lazily, "It's in the box in front of

reached over, opened

and took out a small, password-locked box. He opened it just enough to peek inside, then