The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1291

After Presley finished speaking, he didn't bother reclaiming his phone from David and just walked out of the office. His exit had an air of defiance, a far cry from his usual courteous demeanor.

Once he was completely out of sight, David, who had been standing tall, suddenly hunched over a bit, clutching his chest as his face turned pale.

"Mr. President, are you alright?" The assistant quickly helped David into a chair, fetched a glass of water, and handed him some medicine from the drawer.

David took the medicine, leaning back in the chair for a while until his color returned. He waved a hand dismissively, "I'm fine."

Though relieved, the assistant still looked worried. "About Presley..."

David closed his eyes briefly, then said, "Give Paul a call. Tell him we don't need any more craftsmen at the base right now. Isn't someone in his family sick? Let him take his time coming back."

As for Dean, although there had been a few collaborations with his group, Presley usually handled those dealings. David wasn't entirely sure what Dean was about. But Presley's behavior today was unmistakably odd.

If it was simply about cultivating medicinal plants, they could've had another craftsman take over Paul's project instead of insisting on Paul. Plus, Presley mentioned handing Paul over to Dean, which felt off...

David lowered his gaze, his eyebrows knitted in thought.

After listening to David, the assistant hesitated, then softly said, "Presley's attitude was a bit much, but his point wasn't without merit. Paul did sign a contract with us to cultivate medicinal plants—it's part of his job."