A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

At that, Alessia suddenly let out a soft laugh, as if she’d just remembered

something delightful.

“If this were before, you would’ve probably dragged me straight to sign the adoption papers, and then marched with me to the Tate house to raise hell, right? But you don’t need to worry–my biological parents are actually wonderful people. Now I’ve got three older brothers and a little brother, and believe me, they’re way more warm and friendly than those two troublemakers from the Tate family ever were.”

She squeezed Jade’s hand and chatted gently about everything that had happened lately. The conversation continued in quiet tones until the butler knocked at the door.

“Miss Morton, dinner is ready.”

“Thank you.” Alessia gave a soft reply, tucked the blanket around Jade–who still showed no reaction–and quietly left the room.

Meanwhile, at the airport, the arrivals hall began to empty as passengers trickled out from the gate. Only when the crowd had thinned did a tall man and a young boy appear, trailed by two bodyguards hauling their luggage.

“Mr. Max, Mr. York.” Butler Dawson moved forward to greet them.

His straight nose was marked by a tiny mole at the tip, lending an unexpected touch of allure. He tugged at his tie, his

Ileana, going over

the butler a pointed look. Dawson dropped his eyes and

had no interest in their conversation. His big eyes roved

bright, mischievous eyes made it seem as if he was about to pull a

the car, Master York,” Dawson

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another word, York bolted outside. Dawson, well–accustomed to his antics, gestured for one of the bodyguards to follow. The two brothers hadn’t exchanged a single word; if anything, they seemed

had already

hoping Max would take the

with York, fell silent and shrank

dog settled, both of you can walk home,” Max said calmly, his tone leaving