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

Chapter 1213

David thought for a moment before turning to his assistant, "Give Devon a ring and see if he can drop by."

"Sure thing."

Half a minute later, the assistant glanced over at David, speaking softly, "Devon said the assessment is tomorrow, so it's probably not the best time for a visit. He's not coming."

David heard this and was caught between feeling proud of having such a principled student and being frustrated by his rigidity.

"Never mind, I can't be bothered with him right now," David said with a wave of his hand.

His stubborn apprentice was always like this during assessment season. It was nothing new.

Meanwhile, after hanging up, Devon stared at the charred remains in the cauldron, running a hand through his tangled hair.

he dumped the burnt residue into the trash bin

he noticed he was running low on herbs.

he was at the storeroom, handing his

exhaustion and red-veined, and his stubbly chin, told the tale of a few sleep-deprived days. Devon was

arrivals were Conrad and

Devon's scruffy appearance, a slight smirk tugged at his lips as he unusually initiated a conversation, "Fancy seeing you

some expression on his rugged face, "Oh, Conrad, Dane, when did

Conrad: "..."

annoyance with Devon. Clearing his throat, he smiled and tried to lighten the mood, "Just now. Devon must have been too

I was thinking about

for Devon's offhand attitude simmering beneath the surface,

a casual 'It's alright' while mentally juggling the idea of tweaking his potion recipe once he

he was the top talent in the