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.

assessment was about

off the burner, slipped on some oven mitts, and carefully removed the pot from the stove. After a few more

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

two capsules, but

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

had turned out

the capsules into a box with a blank expression. Conrad's eyes narrowed-only

Devon's state of mind, making even

to the medicine box in his hands, his fingers tightening around it. This year's top

the other pharmacists finished up too, placing their products in boxes that were

way to David and the other Vice Presidents. The boxes weren't labeled with names,

to keep things fair

the results, they crowded around the President and the Vice

stood tall among them, one hand tucked in his pocket, his fingers lightly brushing a porcelain bottle. His face held a

products reached the last box. Their expressions