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,"

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

Devon as if he were a fool. Everyone in the

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

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

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

the door, two other individuals

extremely difficult. He stood still for a moment, his

Devon

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

this time, the long table in the conference hall was already surrounded

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

asked, his voice

assistant recounted Devon's visit, "I

narrowed his eyes,

nature, it's unlike him to leave so calmly," the assistant paused, then added, "Could he be plotting