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

Chapter 1227

David glanced over at Mirabella and James but decided against disturbing them. Instead, he turned to Conrad and said, "You might want to take a good look and see if you really deserve to reap the benefits of someone else's hard work."

Conrad's face shifted through a series of emotions, ultimately settling on regret. He stood there, unmoving, overwhelmed with remorse.

David shook his head and looked away.

Twenty minutes later, Devon carefully turned off the stove and removed the concoction.

Staring at the eight perfect capsules in the box, he felt a flicker of doubt about his own skills. Normally, it took him over an hour to complete a batch, and the process was painstakingly intricate. His best effort had only ever produced six capsules, and even those were just Grade A.

Compared to what he had in front of him now, Devon suddenly felt a bit small.

Soon after, Devon brought the capsules over to the group.

first. "Presley, you mentioned you'd never seen such a

surprised, his expression less

the box, Presley had no choice but to take it. After a brief pause, he opened it and

some variations in traditional medicine," Devon said, taking a quick glance over

was left without

see the results, ignored

are differences, sure, but they're

they came from the same recipe," another

after seeing Devon's work. From the moment Mirabella shared her recipe,

junior member, banned from taking any advancement exams for the next ten years, and stripped of all his privileges." Conrad looked at David,

on a single recipe? I can't