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.

participate in today's presidential election,"

listless. He turned to Dominic with a light laugh, "Is Presley afraid he

as if he were a

and shaking his head, he patiently explained, "You didn't sign the

of that consent form struck Devon as particularly absurd, "So, everyone entering the conference hall is in agreement with Presley becoming president, is

and stood at the door, clearly

inside the door, two other

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

Devon turned

bit surprised. After a moment's thought, he turned

long table in the

enter. Their eyes met, and after excusing himself, Presley walked over

up?" Presley asked,

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

narrowed his

leave so calmly,"