The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1451

In a sudden twist of fate, her mentor fell gravely ill, and it was Mirabella who stepped in, pulling him back from the brink of death.

Her subsequent arrangement for the presidency of the association was methodically executed.

Presley's capture, followed by leveraging the influence of the Davis family to elevate him to the presidency, ensured that not a single person within the association dared to voice dissatisfaction. Such feats required immense wit and intelligence, all of which Mirabella possessed in spades, making her the perfect candidate for president.

Devon sighed internally, regretting that she had no interest in the position.

Mirabella gently sipped her coffee, sensing another opportunity to showcase her brilliance. She texted Devon, "The presidency isn't for me. I think the vice- presidency is quite nice, plus there's room for a salary bump."

Devon couldn't help but smirk, fully understanding the subtext of her message.

He chuckled softly, wondering how Presley would feel knowing that the presidency he had desperately sought was less appealing to Mirabella than a share of the profits.

Shortly after their conversation, Devon made a point to call the finance department.

*

Meanwhile, at a hotel, Santos had just received information about the youngster being acquainted with someone from the Shepherd family.

Initially, when he received the dossier from Asa, it merely stated the youngster was associated with the Davis family, with no mention of any other connections.

with one Davis family was already challenging, let alone adding the Shepherd family into the mix. Santos touched his face, still concealed by a mask, and

needed to meet this youngster in

in the hall for half a minute, Santos headed to the bedroom. Paul

with incense. After a cold glance, he took out his phone and dialed, "Prepare for our return home, at the latest in two

face suddenly

and James drove back

Catherine, but the phone rang for a

Asleep already?

up, glanced at the time-it was just eight o'clock.

she was

downstairs with his laptop,

came

l.ne

could you help me

there's something wrong with

code..."

moment. She put away her phone without further thought

the living room, discussing and tweaking the computer

it, more than an hour had