The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1351

Grant looked down slightly and replied, "She said she’d come by once she's done."

Presley, hearing this, nodded approvingly. "Good to know, Grant. You never let me down."

Grant managed a small smile, though inside he felt he had no real choice.

"Oh, by the way, I have something for you." Presley opened a drawer from his desk, took out a bottle, and placed it on the table. "David's been under the weather. This should help him."

Grant's eyes landed on the bottle. He clenched his fingers, suppressing a wave of distaste, then picked it up, saying as politely as he could, "Thanks for your concern, Presley."

"No need to thank me; I hope David gets better soon too." Presley's smile was warm and seemingly genuine.

Grant avoided looking directly at Presley's face, replying in a measured tone, "If there's nothing else, I'll go wait for Ms. Mirabella."

"Go ahead." Presley waved him off.

Once Grant left, Presley pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer, his lips curling into a smirk as he admired the lively handwriting.

The allure of a secret formula.

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Meanwhile...

Mirabella was on a call and didn't bother to keep it from Adler, so he picked up on the gist. He paused his work and looked at her. "If you have urgent things to handle, you can head out first."

Mirabella slipped her phone back into her pocket, glanced at the analysis on her computer screen, and kept typing, "No hurry, I'll just finish this bit first."

It was still early anyway.

"Alright then." Adler didn't push further.

Despite the serious nature of her call, he was curious to see the analysis results before making any plans.

"No worries," Mirabella shrugged it off, unfazed.

Free medicinal ingredients were a good deal, even if it meant a few trips.

They reached the elevator, which was on the ground floor. Grant swiped his card, opened the doors, and let Mirabella go in first.

Mirabella, hands casually in her coat pockets, watched the elevator numbers climb. "You said you needed to see me?"

"Ah, yes," Grant seemed a bit lost in thought. He glanced at her, hesitated, and then said, "Actually... it wasn't me who needed to see you."

"The president?" she guessed.

By then, the elevator had reached the third floor. Grant didn’t answer right away; instead, he stepped out, held the door for her, and waited until she exited before letting it close.

After walking a bit down the hall, they stopped in front of an office door. Grant finally turned to Mirabella, "It’s Presley."