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

Chapter 1413

James raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear on his face.

"Isn't tomorrow the election for the president of the Pharmaceutical Association?" Mirabella asked, lifting her eyelids slightly.

"Yes," James nodded. "What, suddenly interested? Planning to go?"

Mirabella's gaze swept over the coffee table, landing on the documents Wyatt hadn't taken with him, and said playfully, "Well, as the vice president of the association, I should have the right to vote, shouldn't I?"

James gave her a look, knowing full well that her interest in the association wasn't just about voting rights, but he didn't press further, simply saying, "Go ahead."

Mirabella hummed in acknowledgment, then dropped her gaze, saying no more.

**

The next day, at the Pharmaceutical Association.

Devon had just arrived at the association but was stopped before he could make it to the conference hall.

you're not qualified to participate in today's presidential election," said Presley's assistant,

looked somewhat haggard and listless. He turned to

if he were a fool. Everyone in

didn't sign the consent form yesterday, which means you've automatically

Devon as particularly absurd, "So, everyone entering the conference hall is in agreement with Presley becoming president, is

lips together, choosing not to respond, and stood at the

the door, two other individuals

that forcing his way through would be extremely difficult. He stood still for a moment, his

later, Devon turned and

thought, he turned and instructed

the

saw his assistant enter. Their eyes

up?" Presley asked, his

assistant recounted Devon's visit, "I found Devon's reaction a

his

Devon's straightforward nature, it's unlike him to leave so calmly," the assistant paused, then added,