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

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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.

"Devon, Presley said you're not qualified to participate in today's presidential election," said Presley's assistant, blocking his way.

Devon, who had barely slept the night before, looked somewhat haggard and listless. He turned to Dominic with a light laugh, "Is Presley afraid he won't secure the presidency?"

Dominic looked at Devon as if he were a fool. Everyone in the association regarded Presley highly, and shaking his head, he patiently explained, "You didn't sign the consent form yesterday, which means you've automatically forfeited your voting rights."

The thought of that consent form struck Devon as particularly absurd, "So, everyone entering the conference hall is in agreement with Presley becoming president, is that it?"

Dominic pressed his lips together, choosing not to respond, and stood at the door, clearly not intending to let Devon pass.

"Odd?" Presley narrowed his eyes, "How so?"

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

Presley, however, wasn't concerned, "What could he possibly plot? He's just a nobody without any significant background or influence."

The assistant thought about it and agreed; if Devon had the means to cause trouble, he wouldn't have waited until today.

"Still, keep an eye on him," Presley said, not underestimating Devon despite his words. "By the way, has David shown up at the association?"

"No, I've had someone watching the main entrance the whole time. I guess David isn't aware of today's re-election. Given his frail health, any shock might be too much for him," the assistant spoke calmly.

Presley, with his hands clasped behind his back, fiddled with his watch and nodded, "Alright, keep a good watch outside. Once the voting is over, everything will be settled."