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.

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

think?" Asa gave him

his head, "Got it. I'll make sure someone follows

and headed back

the chaos behind, Santos had the car drop him off in a busy downtown area. It was still early, and

SUV parked by the curb. Santos opened the door

vibez He just glanced at the rearview

chest to ease a bit before asking, "Did you bring what

driver, resting his arm on the window frame, replied lazily, "It's in the box

reached over, opened

box. He opened it just enough to peek