The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1385

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?”