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.

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

listless. He turned to

as if he

he patiently explained, "You didn't sign the consent form yesterday, which means

consent form struck Devon as particularly absurd, "So, everyone entering

and stood at the door, clearly not

inside the door, two other individuals stood

them coldly, realizing that forcing his way through would be extremely difficult. He stood

later, Devon turned and walked

him leave, Dominic couldn't help feeling a bit surprised. After a moment's thought, he turned and instructed the two security guards at the door, then

in the conference

was chatting amiably with someone when he saw his assistant enter. Their eyes met, and after excusing himself, Presley walked over

up?" Presley asked, his voice

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

Presley narrowed his eyes, "How

unlike him to leave so calmly,"