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

Chapter 1216

David waved a hand dismissively and sighed, "Look at him. Does he look

confident to you? Honestly, I'll be thrilled if he doesn't just faint from exhaustion right there and then."

His tone was dripping with disdain.

"You can't really say that. Devon's got some real talent," the Vice President chimed in.

David shook his head, "That's just people blowing smoke."

The Vice President pressed his lips together, choosing not to continue the debate, and instead glanced over to where Conrad was. His eyes held a curious gleam.

Earlier, his apprentice had come to him, promising that this year he'd clinch the top spot.

He was eager to see if he'd deliver.

Time flew by, and before anyone knew it, two hours had passed.

was about to wrap

removed the pot from the stove. After a few more minutes,

his stove, not bothering to look

two capsules, but they

together. He already looked a bit pale, and the added gloom only made

had

he saw Devon stashing the capsules into a box with a blank expression. Conrad's

on Conrad's lips. Given Devon's state of mind, making even those two

box in his hands, his fingers tightening around it. This

too, placing their products in boxes that were promptly

their way to David and the other Vice Presidents. The boxes weren't labeled with names, but each had a unique mark to prevent

keep things fair

crowded around the President and the Vice

in his pocket, his fingers lightly brushing a porcelain

ticked by, the Vice Presidents reviewing the products reached the last box. Their