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

Chapter 1407

James had just finished perusing the single-page summary of the company profile and quickly placed it on the table. Leaning back in his chair with a casual air, he looked up and commented lightly, "The information on such an ordinary little company wouldn't be this organized."

Wyatt nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "I thought the same, so I had someone dig deeper. But this company's information security is extremely tight; there's very little we can find."

"As long as it has surfaced, there will be traces to follow. It's only a matter of time before we uncover everything," James said, narrowing his eyes.

"Right, I'll keep someone on it. Oh, and there's another thing. The medical association is having their president elections in a few days. Presley has also invited many leading figures in the medical field, and it seems they'll be using a voting system," Wyatt added.

"That soon?" James was slightly surprised. He had just been discussing the presidency with Mirabella on their way to the restaurant.

At this moment, Mirabella also snapped out of her contemplation and looked towards Wyatt.

"It's no secret within the association that David's health is failing, but Presley's eagerness to take his place seems a bit too conspicuous. If he really becomes the president, who knows what will become of the medical association," Wyatt said, somewhat melancholily.

"Then we just won't let him take that position," James said coolly.

Hearing this, Wyatt's lips twitched slightly. "James, you're not thinking of...?"

James took a sip of his coffee, not answering Wyatt but instead turning to Mirabella, who was sitting across from him. "I remember you're also a vice- president of the medical association."

towards Mirabella, his face

Vice-president?

vice-president of the medical association? Mirabella glanced

voice carried a distinct tone of

touched his nose, unable to hold back his curiosity. "Ms. Mirabella, you're a vice-president of the medical

for her once and had specifically asked her

Mirabella responded nonchalantly,

before. Later,

d

meet Mr. Boyd, and he invited me to join. So, I

nominal vice-president."

even more conflicted, feeling like James was

and less of a match for Ms.

at Wyatt's expression and just lowered

coffee without saying

after, the waiter brought in the food. Wyatt, having

James looked up. "Really