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

"I know." David's gaze was deep, thoughtful for a moment, then he looked

towards Devon and said, "Contact James for me, will you?"

The forces behind Presley did not belong to any of Riverdale's influential families,

and allowing other powers to intervene would inevitably affect all the major

families in Riverdale. This was no longer a mere internal issue of the

Pharmaceutical Association.

When interests are involved, who can remain indifferent?

"You mean to ask the Shepherd family for help, right?" Devon quickly understood David's intention.

David nodded, "The Pharmaceutical Association has collaborated with the Shepherd family not just once or twice. I believe the Shepherd family won't just stand by idly."

"True, but... James might be willing but unable to help at the moment," Devon sighed.

David frowned slightly, "What happened?"

"I heard from Dane that James's chronic illness has relapsed, and it's quite serious," Devon shared the news he got from Dane, which had also made him dismiss the idea of seeking help from the Shepherd family.

David paused, he was aware of James's health condition, "He seemed fine when I saw him a while ago?"

"I don't have all the details. Maybe I'll call and ask tomorrow," Devon thought aloud.

David looked troubled, "Why would his illness relapse at a time like this..."

Without James's help, what would become of Presley...

David slumped back on the sofa, sitting in silence for a long while. He then took out his phone, scrolling through his contacts to call his friends in the medical field, one by one.

**

The next day, at the Pharmaceutical Association.

Having just left the meeting room, Devon was pondering over what Presley had said during the meeting, his expression particularly somber.

He walked downstairs and sat in the lobby, holding his phone and thinking over and over before calling Mirabella.

Apart from asking about James's health, he spoke more about the current situation at the Pharmaceutical Association.

Mirabella could easily grasp what Devon was trying to convey through his hesitant words. After thinking it over, she said, "I'll send a number over Messenger in a bit. Talk to Wyatt; he will help you."

Devon didn't know who Wyatt was, but hearing Mirabella say so, he knew it must

be someone who could help, and he expressed his gratitude earnestly.

He had witnessed firsthand his master's futile attempts at calling his friends for

help the previous night, realizing just how cold the world could be.

Not long after hanging up, Devon received a phone number from Mirabella. After waiting for a few minutes, he finally made the call.

The call was answered quickly.

Automatically straightening his posture, Devon's voice was very polite, "Hello, is this Mr. Wyatt? I'm a friend of Ms. Mirabella. She asked me to contact you..."

Wyatt had already received a message from Mirabella, and he was planning to meet David today anyway, so he agreed to Devon'snoveldrama

request straightforwardly,

suggesting they meet somewhere.

Hearing the man on the phone speak this way, Devon quickly provided an

address, "Alright, then see you in half an hour."

After finishing, hearing Wyatt hang up first, Devon lowered his phone from his ear,

his face lighting up with hope, and his spirits somewhat lifted.

He exhaled deeply, put away his phone, and prepared to leave the association.

Emerging from the elevator, Dane immediately noticed Devon sitting in a corner of the lobby, looking quite dejected. He pondered for a couple of seconds, then walked over to him.