The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1216

David waved a hand dismissively and sighed, "Look at him. Does he look confident to you? Honestly, I'll be thrilled if he doesn't just faint from exhaustion right there and then."

His tone was dripping with disdain.

"You can't really say that. Devon's got some real talent," the Vice President chimed in.

David shook his head, "That's just people blowing smoke."

The Vice President pressed his lips together, choosing not to continue the debate, and instead glanced over to where Conrad was. His eyes held a curious gleam.

Earlier, his apprentice had come to him, promising that this year he'd clinch the top spot.

He was eager to see if he'd deliver.

Time flew by, and before anyone knew it, two hours had passed.

The assessment was about to wrap up.

Conrad turned off the burner, slipped on some oven mitts, and carefully removed the pot from the stove. After a few more minutes, he opened it up to reveal the charred remains inside, his eyes flickering slightly.

Next to him, Devon also turned off his stove, not bothering to look around. He carefully extracted the product.

Just two capsules, but they were glossy.

Devon stared at the capsules, his brows knitting together. He already looked a bit pale, and the added gloom only made him look worse.

Only two capsules had turned out right.

When Conrad glanced over, he saw Devon stashing the capsules into a box with a blank expression. Conrad's eyes narrowed—only two?