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

Leon gave a slight nod, exuding a cool, distant vibe that was especially striking in his deep, ocean-blue eyes. Presley thought about walking him downstairs, but Leon raised a hand to decline the offer. Even though Leon barely spoke, Presley didn't mind one bit.

He stood there, a mix of awe and respect in his eyes, watching Leon until he vanished inside the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed, Presley turned to Dane, his expression slipping back into its usual confident demeanor. “Let's talk inside."

"Sure," Dane said, setting aside his thoughts and carefully trailing Presley into the office.

Presley settled into a seat by the couch and motioned for Dane to join him. "Did you get the prescription?"

"Not yet..." Dane admitted, eyes downcast. "Sorry, even my dad couldn't get it from that young lady."

Presley had guessed as much but couldn't hide his irritation. “Such a simple task... Come on, Dane, you need to step it up."

Dane nodded, his hands clammy with sweat. "I'm really sorry. I didn't expect her

to ignore my dad's request. Could you give me a bit more time?"

Presley tapped his fingers on his knee, lost in thought for a moment. He had banked on Dane because of his father's supposed good rapport with the girl. Now,

it seemed getting the prescription through him was unlikely.

Lost in thought, Presley suddenly got up, walked over to a nearby safe, and punched in the code. The door clicked open, and he pulled out a long wooden box.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Presley shut the safe and handed the box over to Dane.

Dane looked up, hesitated, then took it. "What's this?"noveldrama

"Incense," Presley replied, taking his seat again. "Harmless to most, but tricky for someone with hidden health issues."

Dane had already opened the box, but Presley's words made his fingers twitch, and he quickly closed it. He understood exactly what Presley meant.

Was he supposed to use this on someone from the Shepherd family?

No surprise Presley had mentioned James's health problems a few days back, which his dad had been managing.

Presley shot Dane a look. "Just use this on James, and that prescription is as good as ours."

Ever since the last association meeting, when James showed up with Mirabella, it was clear they had a close bond.

Holding the incense box, Dane trusted Presley but was worried because the target was James What if something went wrong? He glanced at Presley, hesitating, "But if..." sŵnovel

Presley interrupted him, knowing

what was on his mind. "What are et

you worried about? It's just a regular fragrance. Unless you spill the beans, no one will notice a thing."

Dane still seemed uneasy. "But it's James we're talking about."

Presley's lips curved into a slight smile. “Look, James's condition isn't something

that can be cured. We can trigger it whenever we want."

Dane was taken aback, his thoughts stuck

Jame how well Presley knew

Pam

s's health issues, missing the Presley said 'we' instead

of 'I.'