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

Chapter 1221

Presley had been subtly nudging David to dial it back during their chat. Causing a scene in front of the whole association wouldn't do anyone any favors. But David, well, he just didn't catch on and kept pushing.

Meanwhile, Mirabella had just finished her exam and was heading off campus when she saw David's call. She popped in her earbuds and answered.

David's voice came through, a bit shaky, "Hey, Mirabella, you're free now, right?" Mirabella rubbed her forehead and gave a soft, noncommittal hum in reply.

Ignoring the curious glances from the other deputy chairs, David quickly filled her in on the day's events. "Could you swing by now?"

Mirabella stopped in her tracks, surprised by the drama unfolding. After a moment's thought, she agreed, "Sure, send me the location. I'll head over."

her the location, and then looked around. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with seriousness as he addressed the room of pharmacists and members. "In twenty minutes, the real creator of this medicine will be here. The truth will

fell, his mind spinning. If the person David mentioned showed up, his results would be voided, and his reputation in the association would be shot. He might even get kicked

Conrad glanced at his mentor, Presley, who was seething. Presley had been so proud of him, even going as far as swapping ingredients to give him an edge in the assessment. But

breath, Presley turned to David, "President,

him off, "It's all

Presley was left speechless.

reaction. Instead, he turned to Paul beside

in hand, "Not at all." He was craving a

chatting for a bit before remembering, "By the way, you're heading home soon. When do you

thought for a moment and answered, "At least