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.

to participate in today's presidential

barely slept the night before, looked somewhat haggard and listless. He turned to Dominic with a light laugh,

he were a fool. Everyone in the

explained, "You didn't sign the consent form

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

his lips together, choosing not to respond, and stood at the door, clearly not intending to

the door, two other individuals

be extremely difficult. He stood still

later, Devon turned and

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

this time, the long table in the conference

Their eyes met, and after excusing

up?" Presley asked, his

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

his

so calmly," the assistant paused, then added, "Could he