Presley''s shock was only momentary. Regaining hisposure, he let out a coldugh, "You can enter my office as you please. Why would you need to ask me if you''re looking for someone?"


    His words didn''t deny the presence of someone powerful behind him.


    Mirabe put down her crossed leg and stood up from the couch, walking leisurely toward Presley. "When you partnered with Pioneer Corp, did you ever think about what would happen to you if things went south?"


    At the mention of Pioneer Corp, Presley''s pupils dted, clearly not expecting Mirabe to know about its existence. He looked at her coldly, pausing before saying, "I don''t understand what you''re talking about."


    A small smile yed at the corners of Mirabe''s lips, her voice light, "If secrets about Pioneer Corp were to leak from you, what do you think would happen to you and your family?"


    Presley''s fingers clenched, his expression darkening terribly, his eyes filled with intense killing intent, and he remained silent for a long time.


    He was unsure whether Mirabe was bluffing.


    He had researched her background before. Other than having a good rtionship with James from the Shepherd family, she didn''t have any particrly notable connections.


    As if unaware of the shift in Presley''s mood, and without waiting for his response, Mirabe slowly added, "Secrets and the whereabouts of a person, you should be able to weigh their importance, right?"


    "What exactly do you know?" Presley asked in a deep voice.


    "Quite a lot," Mirabe nodded.


    Presley looked at her, trying to discern something from her expression, but couldn''t find anything. After a while, he finally asked, "So, who are you really looking for?"


    Mirabe''s gaze sharpened slightly as she simply stated, "The person who gave you the medicine."


    Upon hearing this, Presley''s expression shifted slightly again, "You''re looking for him to treat James, aren''t you?"


    After a pause, as if piecing all the information together, Presley suddenly said, "James''s chronic condition has worsened significantly, hasn''t it?"


    Mirabe looked at Presley with a slightlyplex expression. She was still pondering how to keep her true purpose of finding Paul hidden, but he had conveniently given her an excellent excuse.


    Seeing Mirabe''s silence, looking as if he had hit the nail on the head, Presley became even more convinced of his guess.


    No wonder she came alone.


    Mirabe didn''t argue much with Presley''s words. "Whether it is or isn''t, it seems unrted to what I want to find out."


    Presley''s mind raced, "You want to know the whereabouts of the person who provided me with the medicine, fine. Exchange it with the


    prescription you have. Without that prescription, don''t expect to get any information from me!"


    Feeling as if he had regained some leverage, Presley nced at his watch, "I


    don''t have much time to waste here with you. Think it over."


    With that, he didn''t linger any longer, leaving Mirabe in his office as he turned and strode out.


    Mirabe squinted her eyes, her expression inscrutable.


    As soon as Presley stepped out of the office, his expression darkened.


    He quickly took the elevator down and headed to the conference room door, where his assistant was still waiting.


    "You''re down," the assistant noticed Presley''s grim expression and cautiously asked, "Is something wrong?"


    Presley was still holding his phone, lost in thought, then suddenly looked up at his assistant, "There''s


    something I need you to do for me right now..."