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

After Presley had given his instructions, he confidently entered the conference hall.

His assistant turned and walked away, instructing the security to guard the door before leaving.

*

Before long, the meeting to re-elect the president of the association began in the conference hall.

In front of the square table that could accommodate thirty people, aside from a few renowned leaders in the medical field, the rest were senior members of the association and vice-presidents in charge of various departments.

When David was in charge, most people respected him for his extensive connections. He not only had good relations with several influential families but also had contacts within the government, which contributed to the association's current status.

Despite his significant contributions, his overly conventional approach to management sometimes affected everyone's interests. Therefore, when Presley found an excuse to question David's capabilities and forced him to temporarily relinquish his power, most people remained silent.

The re-election of the president was naturally uncontested.

Presley had already secured the position by promising benefits to the majority present before today. Today's meeting was merely a formality to legitimize the outcome.

Soon, the vice-president in charge of the meeting announced that the voting could begin.

Presley sat back in his chair, watching as people came up to vote for him, a slight smile playing on his lips, satisfied.

After this formality, he would be in charge of the association.

Even if the Shepherd family's affair implicated him, James wouldn't dare to touch him.

Presley tapped his fingers on the table, his mood improving.

After two or three minutes, most had cast their votes. Those who hadn't voted were simply trying not to offend anyone and chose to abstain.

"Presley has twenty-three votes. It seems the new president has been decided, and that is..."

The vice-president was announcing the results, but before he could finish saying "Presley," the sound of an argument at the entrance interrupted him.

Everyone's attention turned towards the door.

Presley frowned, his good mood vanishing instantly.

Devon supported David as they walked in from outside, followed by a man named Wyatt.

"Before you re-elect a president, shouldn't you consult me, the current president who hasn't yet resigned? David approached and stood in front of the conference table. His gaze might have been weary, but the aura of seriousness around him was strong.

"The, the president, you've arrived..." The vice-president hosting the meeting was somewhat intimidated by David, stuttering as he spoke.

David just raised his hand, slowly scanning the faces of everyone seated at the table, feeling a

bittersweet emotion especially

towards a few old friends renowned

in the medical field.

It seemed like a final lesson from fate on the fickleness of human nature before

his demise.

David mocked himself internally.

"Master, are you alright?" Devon, still supporting David, noticed his hand trembling and quietly asked.

David pressed Devon's hand, signaling he was fine.

At this point, Presley stood up from his chair, his expression back to normal. He

didn't speak but looked at the vice-president hosting the meeting.noveldrama

Receiving his gaze, the vice-president, thinking of the benefits Presley had promised, took a deep breath and turned to David, saying:

"David, considering your ongoing health issues, the results of the new president's election are already out and it's Presley. This is the collective

decision of everyone. Even if you wish to oppose, it's already a done deal."

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