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

Chapter 567

The private dining room was winding down to an awkward silence, with only Owen and Johnny left lingering at the tail end of the evening.

Owen didn’t prolong the inevitable. He rose to his feet, gave a nod to Nikolai and Asher, and muttered about it being time to head out. With a gesture for Johnny to follow, they were soon out the door.

Once the outsiders had cleared out, Nikolai finally caved to his weariness, collapsing into a chair with his face a shade of ashen defeat. Asher reached out, intending to lend support to his father, but his hand was brushed aside. “Dad…

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Nikolai, seated and seemingly spent, suddenly let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, Asher, you really shouldn’t have done that today.”

Asher pinched the bridge of his nose, but before he could utter a word, his father continued. “You probably don’t know… that whiz kid Mirabella is an S–class pharmacist.”

Nikolai’s voice was faint, but it landed heavily in Asher’s chest. His face mirrored sheer disbelief. “That can’t be… An S–class pharmacist at eighteen?”

is impossible, son. Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t

alchemic prodigy, several times before. Still, Asher’s prejudice against her youth had made

conversations seemed devoid

from the chair, not sparing another glance at Asher. His stooped silhouette

figure, felt a sudden dryness in his throat. An S–class pharmacist… even the President of the Pharmacists‘ Guild had only reached that rank

lie about such a matter, especially now. Regret began to seep into Asher’s

and James stepped out of the private room.

you head downstairs and wait for me?” Mirabella suggested

nature.

with a casual nod.

around and promptly followed the restroom signage while James descended the stairs leisurely.