The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 351

He lifted his gaze to his youngest son, only to see a look of utter cluelessness on the boy’s face. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh, “Ignorance truly is bliss, isn’t it?”

Asher’s cheeks flushed with a hint of annoyance at the unexpected scolding. “Well, of course.” he retorted. “My brother is a mid–level pharmacist with the Pharmacists‘ Guild. He can barely churn out three or four pills at a time. Someone cranking out a dozen or more in one go? That screams fishy to me.”

In the world of potion–making, a higher yield meant less waste of ingredients. A low yield, on the other hand, indicated profligacy. But perfect yields every single time? That was unheard of. Hearing Asher’s words, Nikolai shook his head once more. “Naivete!” he exclaimed. Without the patience to explain the intricacies to such a lost cause, Nikolai strode off towards his own

quarters.

Left standing there, Asher scratched his head, looking puzzled at his father’s retreating figure. After a moment’s thought, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed his brother.

The call connected quickly.

“Hey, I’ve got a question for you. Is it even possible for a real pharmacist to whip up a batch of twenty pills in one go?” Asher’s voice was earnest.

On the other end of the line, his brother furrowed his brows. “Are you joking? Even asking that is laughable!”

expected, even his brother agreed. So Asher relayed the day’s events

brother in brief.

that in front of James. You took him seriously? Forget it.

pocketed his phone, reflecting on how the Reeves family owed their status to his brother’s standing within the Pharmacists‘ Guild. A mere girl wasn’t

In the car.

Reeves residence, I heard you mention incense crafting. Do you know how to make it?” James‘ eyebrows lifted slightly, and his voice

.

at his question. She had forgotten that she had previously denied any knowledge of incense crafting to him, even sending him

driver’s seat, suddenly remembered the mountain of incense sticks still piled in his bedroom. They were enough to

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last three years.

feelings became complicated in a flash. Ms. Mirabella was quite the

I can’t do that. I just