A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Living the good life, huh?”

Alessia’s smile threw Quentin off for a moment. Beside him, his date shook his arm, trying to pull his attention back, but Quentin shoved her away without a second thought. She shot Alessia a venomous glare, but there was nothing she could do except watch the scene unfold.

“Of course! Look at me–I’m good–looking, loaded. Why waste your time with some old man? You’d be better off with me. Though, don’t get your hopes up–I’d never marry you. But if you want to be my little side piece, I could make that happen.”

Quentin’s voice echoed through the nearly empty restaurant as if he’d picked up a megaphone, making sure everyone could hear every word.

Alessia let out a soft laugh. “Loaded and good–looking, huh?”

She gave Quentin a slow, deliberate once–over, making no effort to hide her skepticism. But Quentin, oblivious to her meaning, ran his fingers through the few greasy strands of hair clinging to his scalp and grinned like he was God’s gift.

“Waiter!” Quentin suddenly barked.

No one moved. Just as his expression darkened, Alessia clapped her hands.

“Yes, ma’am?”

best wine, please–the most

barely perceptible nod, just enough for him to catch. He didn’t dare delay. Within moments, he returned with a

and downed it in one gulp, then slammed the bottle down. in front of Alessia

nice to me, and maybe I’ll even throw you a little cash, help you

up on the table,

for

1/2

14.45

wallet before tossing it onto the table, swaggering as

her arms. “You do realize I’m not even

show you

disgusting enough that even Alessia, who’d seen plenty, felt her

before she could respond,

grabbed what little hair Quentin had and yanked his head