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.

the burnt residue into

was about to start another attempt when he noticed he was running low on herbs. Massaging his

his list of needed herbs

stubbly chin, told the tale of a few sleep-deprived days. Devon was lost in thoughts of alchemy, his gaze distant, not even noticing when

new arrivals were

appearance, a slight smirk tugged at his lips

a moment to look up, finally showing some expression on his rugged face, "Oh, Conrad, Dane,

Conrad: "..."

Devon. Clearing his throat, he smiled and tried to lighten the mood, "Just now. Devon must

I was thinking

simmering beneath the surface, commented casually, "All

look at Conrad, replying with a casual 'It's alright' while mentally juggling the idea of tweaking his potion

Devon's arrogant air, acting as if he was the top talent in the whole association. If it weren't for their master being the chairman, Devon wouldn't be