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

Chapter 1372

"Why are you bringing this up?" Nikolai asked, his voice steady, a man who always held firm to his principles. Even though Emmitt had been with the Pharmacists' Association for years, Nikolai knew his son's nature inside out.

There had to be some hidden motive behind this.

Dane grinned, trying to downplay it. "Oh, nothing major. It's just that this young lady is something else. Dad, you might not know, but she's now the vice president of the Pharmacists' Association."

Nikolai was taken aback for a moment, but recalling the medicine Mirabella had crafted, he quickly pieced it together.

After a pause to gather his thoughts, he let out a sharp snort. "And? You want me to pull some strings for you? Have you already forgotten about last year when you used her formula without asking?"

Hearing the old story brought up again, Dane's patience thinned. "How many times have I said it? If she shared the formula with us, what's wrong with me using it to produce medicine?"

really necessary to keep

honesty and integrity. Couldn't he see the times had changed? Following those old rules would have had you booted from the

twisted," Nikolai snapped, his

sighed, shaking his head. Remembering Presley's advice, he swallowed his irritation. "Alright, alright,

another pointless argument, Nikolai looked out

after a moment, softened his voice. "Okay, Dad, there's something I need to ask her,

As expected.

with a stoic

flare. He pulled the car over, flicked on the interior light, and turned to

overreacting and took a deep

"The Pharmacists' Association is

a promotion is tough. But there's a chance now. If I can present a few ancient recipes, I might