The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1354

Mirabella tilted her head, a playful spark in her eyes. "Oh, what's this? You planning to play tough?"

Presley let out a cold chuckle. "I'm just saying, crossing the Pharmaceutical Association isn't doing you any favors. You gave a formula to Devon; surely you could provide a few more without much hassle. Why make it a bigger deal than it has to be?"

Wouldn't it be better if everyone just got what they needed?

"And why should I hand over my formulas to you? Is your face somehow more important than everyone else's?" Mirabella scoffed, "Threats won't work on me."

Presley was taken aback by her audacity, feeling both frustrated and amused.

Shaking his head, he thought it was beneath him to argue with someone so young. Calming down, he said, "This isn't a threat. Handing over the formulas is part of your job, especially since you signed an agreement with the association. You can't afford the consequences of breaking it."

The Pharmaceutical Association had plenty of ways to make someone disappear.

Mirabella nodded. "This is the first time I've heard someone so openly claim that stealing formulas is a duty. Go on, I'm curious about these 'consequences.'"

Presley couldn't help but laugh. It was his first time dealing with someone so unfazed. But he had time; he'd get those formulas eventually.

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Then, the office door burst open with a loud bang.

Devon smirked, his scruffy chin dark with stubble, as he tossed the document back on the table. "Ms. Mirabella's someone my mentor brought in. Trying to buy her off isn't exactly classy, is it?"

Presley, feeling his pride pricked, glared at Devon. "You trying to tell me how to do my job?"

"Not at all," Devon said, smirking. After seeing the recent shifts in the association, he saw through Presley's facade and didn't care about offending him. "Just remember, don't stoop too low, or you'll end up regretting it."

Then he turned to Mirabella, his icy demeanor melting away, his tone suddenly polite. "Hey, I've hit a snag with a new drug I'm working on. Mind giving me a hand?"

Presley stood there in silence, fuming.