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

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

if he were a fool. Everyone in the

explained, "You didn't sign the consent

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

stood at the door, clearly not intending to let

two other

would be extremely difficult. He stood still for a

minutes later, Devon

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 entered the

table in the conference hall was already surrounded by many

with someone when he saw his assistant enter. Their eyes met, and after excusing himself, Presley

asked, his

visit, "I

Presley narrowed his eyes,

unlike him to leave so calmly," the assistant