The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1225

"Quick wit won't change the facts," Presley chuckled, leaning back slightly. "Just because you claim the medicine is yours, does that make it true?"

"That's a fair point," Mirabella nodded, her expression as serene as ever. "So, the only option is for the person who used my medicine to step up and recreate it right here."

Conrad was clearly rattled by now. If he had to start from scratch, it would be a total disaster for him. He clenched his fists and glared at Mirabella. "You must be kidding. I made that medicine. What gives you the right to demand I make it again? If anyone's remaking it, it should be you."

David glanced at Conrad with a casual indifference. "Because Mirabella is the Vice President, isn't that enough?"

His words sent a ripple through the room.

Not just Conrad, but the other vice presidents were equally stunned.

"Vice President? David, when did we get another vice president?" one of the deputy vice presidents asked, astonished.

And such a young woman at that?

David had already arranged for the membership documents to be brought over—a printed copy he handed around. "Mirabella might be a nominal vice president, but she still has a voice in the club."

Presley took the document and skimmed through it. The date showed it was filed a month ago. He looked up at David, raising an eyebrow. "Adding a vice president without any of us knowing? Isn't it a bit much for you to produce a printout of an electronic document that seems to lack authenticity?"

Moreover, the position of vice president—is it something an outsider can just step into?

"Oh, about that," David replied coolly, "I'd suggest Presley take a good look at Mirabella's membership document. Check out the clearly marked position and authority before speaking."

Presley didn't bother picking up the document again, just shrugged with a touch of sarcasm. "After all, you're the president. Whatever you say goes, doesn't it? Why bother reading it?"

With that, he effectively labeled David as a president who bends the rules to suit himself.

David's face darkened.

Meanwhile, as David and Presley exchanged words, Mirabella calmly picked up the medicine box from the table, eventually pulling out the one with Conrad's name. She opened it, examining the four pills inside, a smirk playing on her lips.