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

As the vice presidents chatted, their eyes all drifted towards Conrad, a blend of surprise and admiration flickering in their expressions. To them, Conrad was capable, sure, but not quite a genius. Most of their respect came from him being Presley's protégé.

Yet today, the medicine he concocted blew them away.

They looked at Conrad, then at the box with Devon's name on it. It held an S- grade medicine too, but it just didn't stack up next to Conrad's.

Of course, without Conrad's to compare, Devon's was impressive, easily outshining the rest.

"Vice President Qin, your apprentice must have been flying under the radar all these years, keeping his talents under wraps. If it weren't for this medicine today, we wouldn't have realized how strong he is."

"Indeed, quite the surprise."noveldrama

Presley acknowledged the compliments with a modest smile, though the curl of his lips hinted at his pride. Clearing his throat, he confessed, "Honestly, I didn't know my apprentice had improved so much until this batch surpassed even Devon's."

As he spoke, his gaze casually flitted over to David, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of embarrassment.

After all, the annual assessments had always been a showdown between him and Devon. This year's upset must be a tough pill to swallow.

Yet, after watching for a bit, Presley noticed no change in David's demeanor and just pursed his lips.

Years of being president had surely taught him to keep his cool.

Meanwhile, Devon made his way over, eyes locked on Conrad's medicine box, his

voice a bit raspy, "Mind if I take a look at Conrad's medicine?"

He wasn't bothered about what others thought; his interest was solely in the medicine itself.

Anything his master praised had to be exceptional.

Presley glanced at Devon, leaned back in his chair, and said generously, "Go ahead, medicine is all about learning from each other."

David frowned slightly but didn't say a word, pulling out his phone to shoot a message to Mirabella instead.

With a polite nod, Devon cracked open the box, and his once dull eyes lit up with energy.

This medicine... it was miles ahead of his own. Its quality was master-level. After a long moment, Devon reluctantly placed the medicine back.

Seeing Devon's reaction, Presley thought he was crushed, the smile on his lips widening, "Don't feel too bad, Devon. You're already top-notch."

Devon seemed unfazed, apparently missing the vice president's backhanded compliment, responding instead with a genuine smile and shake of his head, “No, Conrad is truly exceptional. Losing to him, I accept it wholeheartedly."

With medicine like Conrad's, he feared it might take him years to reach that level. David still hadn't heard back from Mirabella. He just glanced at his clueless apprentice, shaking his head. This guy... his brain must've been fried in the forge.

Presley, hearing Devon's admission, felt a twitch in his cheek, suddenly unsure how to respond.