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.

about

burner, slipped on some oven mitts, and carefully removed the pot from the stove. After a few more minutes, he opened it up to reveal

Devon also turned off his stove, not bothering to look around. He carefully extracted the

two capsules, but they

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

had turned out

stashing the capsules into a box with a blank expression. Conrad's eyes

state of mind, making even those two

box in his hands, his fingers tightening around it. This year's top spot was as good as

too, placing their products

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

to keep things fair and

the President and the Vice Presidents, eyes

them, one hand tucked in his pocket, his fingers lightly brushing a porcelain bottle. His face held a look of confident

the last box. Their