Conrad stared at his mentor in disbelief, his voice shaky, "Master, what do you mean?"


    If he were to step down, he''d truly be left with nothing.


    Presley gave a little flick of his fingers and said, "Staying in the association as you are now is pointless. It''ll just bury your talents and make you aughing stock." "I..." Conrad stumbled, feeling like all his strength had been sucked out of him.


    The deputy head gave Conrad another nce, seeing the despair etched on his face, and shook his head. "The association''s been around for a century, and while it''s well-established in Riverdale, there''s always a bigger world out there. Once you leave Riverdale, you might find you''re not as significant as you think."


    Conrad was still reeling from the shock of being advised to resign. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts. He looked up, "Master, what are you trying to say?"


    The deputy head calmly picked up his phone, opened Messenger, and forwarded a contact to Conrad. "You''ve got potential. Maybe heading somewhere else will give you more room to grow."


    Hearing the notification from Messenger in his pocket, Conrad quickly pulled out his phone.


    "If you want to get stronger, contact this person and say I sent you," Presley said, his tone indifferent.


    Conrad nced at the contact card on Messenger, hesitated for a moment, then decided not to ask any more questions. "Alright, I''ll add him when I get back."


    Presley nodded, signaling with a wave that Conrad could leave.


    Conrad gave a respectful nod, turned, and walked out of the office.


    As he stepped into the hallway, he spotted Dane leaning against the wall nearby. Conrad paused, then headed over to him.


    Seeing Conrad approach, Dane straightened up and asked in a low voice, "Are you... okay?"


    Conrad gave a wry smile and shook his head. He knew Dane wasn''t there to mock him. "I''m alright, thanks for checking in."


    Dane patted his shoulder, offering a bit offort, then asked, "So, what''s the story with you and that Mirabe?"


    "Mirabe?" Conrad looked puzzled.


    "The deputy head today," Dane rified.


    Conrad raised an eyebrow. "You know her?"


    Dane paused, then nodded slightly. "Kind of. Last year, my dad invited her to treat an important guest at our ce."


    At the mention of a miracle doctor, Conrad remembered David talking about someone with thest name Howe. During the assessment earlier, he hadn''t made the connection.


    "Is she really that good?" Conrad squinted, curious.


    Thinking back to the illness that even his father couldn''t diagnose, which the young woman treated with just two prescriptions, Dane nodded. "Her medical skills are top-notch."


    "What about her skills in refining medicine?" Conrad was particrly interested in this.


    "I don''t know the details, but if the president brought her in as deputy head, she must be pretty good," Dane said slowly.


    Hearing this, Conrad thought back to his earlier conversation with his mentor. His eyes narrowed. If this deputy head was as capable as they said, his mentor should definitely watch out.


    He turned to Dane, "Dane, my mentor''s pretty curious about this deputy head. Could you share what you know with him?"