A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 89

When it came to verbal sparring, Max had mastered the art of wounding with the most nonchalant tone. If Alessia had a sharp tongue, it was certainly thanks to years of Max’s influence.

“You deliberately provoked Ileana, made her hate me was that one of your twisted little games again?”

“There’s only half a year left before you head home. Think of this as an appetizer, in case you’ve gotten too comfortable these past two years and forgotten how to keep your claws sharp.”

“Well then, bon voyage.”

“Thanks.” Their words volleyed back and forth, neither yielding an inch. Both wore easy smiles and spoke in calm, even voices, but the chill in the air was

unmistakable.

Just as Alessia opened her mouth to say more, the sound of a serving cart approached. The waiter shouldered past her, unloading dishes onto the table.

“Sir, miss, here are your orders.”

The voice sounded oddly familiar. Alessia looked up and blinked in surprise.

“Ethan? What are you doing here?”

The waiter started at her words, eyes wide with shock, though his hands stayed steady as he set down the plates.

“Lessie?”

firm right now?” Karen had mentioned that, outside of class and sleep, Ethan practically lived at his

weekends.

fixed on the plates as he

quiet lately. Thought I’d look

to actually

Max.” Her introduction was perfunctory at

of the Tate family–I know the

Chapter 89

were the same age, and back when their families were evenly matched. everyone loved comparing them. But since the Mortons had fallen from grace people had conveniently forgotten there was

his own.

home together.” The way she said “done with work made it clear she was

hid his surprise and

I’ll get back

Once Ethan

brother‘ just rolls off your tongue, doesn’t it?” His smile was perfectly

let him have the last word. Whatever attitude he gave,

digs, it was time to move

you’re back to start taking over Tate Holdings, huh?” Alessia asked, catching the glint

your boyfriend a