The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1227

David glanced over at Mirabella and James but decided against disturbing them. Instead, he turned to Conrad and said, “You might want to take a good look and see if you really deserve to reap the benefits of someone else’s hard work.”

Conrad's face shifted through a series of emotions, ultimately settling on regret. He stood there, unmoving, overwhelmed with remorse.

David shook his head and looked away.

Twenty minutes later, Devon carefully turned off the stove and removed the concoction.

Staring at the eight perfect capsules in the box, he felt a flicker of doubt about his own skills. Normally, it took him over an hour to complete a batch, and the process was painstakingly intricate. His best effort had only ever produced six capsules, and even those were just Grade A.

Compared to what he had in front of him now, Devon suddenly felt a bit small.

Soon after, Devon brought the capsules over to the group.

David didn’t reach for them right away. Instead, he gestured for Presley to take a look first. “Presley, you mentioned you’d never seen such a young pharmacist, right? Let’s see what you make of medicine crafted from this young talent’s recipe.”

Presley was visibly surprised, his expression less than pleased.

When Devon handed him the box, Presley had no choice but to take it. After a brief pause, he opened it and peeked inside. Just as he was about to comment, Devon spoke up.

“As we all know, even with an identical recipe, it's completely normal to have some variations in traditional medicine,” Devon said, taking a quick glance over at Mirabella. “But I have to admit, I’m not quite at Ms. Mirabella’s level yet.”

Presley was left without words.