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?”

of class and sleep, Ethan practically lived at his internship, barely coming home even

weekends.

fixed on the plates as he arranged

quiet lately. Thought I’d

idiot to actually buy that story.

is Max.” Her introduction was perfunctory at best, but Max

course. Firstborn son of the Tate family–I know

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But since the Mortons

his own.

head home together.” The way she said “done with work

hid his surprise and

get back to

go about his work. Once Ethan wheeled the cart away, Max finally spoke, his tone

tongue, doesn’t it?” His smile was perfectly practiced, but carried an undercurrent

to let him have the last word. Whatever

gotten in their digs, it was time to

Holdings, huh?” Alessia asked, catching the glint

your boyfriend a