A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

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Chapter 100

“They should be upstairs. Your dad’s up there too.”

“Okay.”

“Mom, why don’t you take a break? Let me help you out.”

Alessia climbed the stairs, catching snatches of conversation between mother and son drifting up behind her.

She didn’t rush to find Justin right away. Instead, she took a moment to look around the shop. It wasn’t huge, but the layout was tidy and inviting. All the old décor had been torn down and replaced with something much more fitting for a breakfast place.

The ground floor was open, with a big front window–perfect for customers who wanted to eat in or just grab something to go. Upstairs, they’d set up a cozy dining area for those who had time to linger over breakfast.

The kitchen was separated by clear glass, so customers could see their food being prepared. It was a thoughtful touch, catering to both the Mortons‘ habits and the needs of their clientele. Every little detail seemed just right.

“Well, what do you think, princess?” Justin called, grinning.

“I’d say three hundred grand was put to good use.”

“Of course! I’m worth every penny.” Justin swept a hand through his hair.

“I heard from Stella that Max beat up that guy from the Lanes for you. I didn’t expect you to press charges against him when he didn’t even report you guys.”

“Word travels fast, huh?”

Every time I go, it’s so awkward!” Justin’s

why do you still go every day?” Alessia shot him a

You girls insisted on hiring a male

glued to him, acting like he’s a

my

his nose, wisely dropping the

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Stella’s type. Besides, he’s only performing

there’ll be another Liam, or a Lee Liam, or a Chen Liam…” Justin muttered under his breath, but clammed up as soon

something useful instead of running your mouth all day? If you really push Stella’s buttons, I’m going to back her up–no questions asked.” Alessia made her

yeah, I

until the place is

be

“Faster than I expected.”

done quick. But honestly, Alessia, you could just give the Mortons a better life outright. Why drag it out like this?” Justin shook his head, clearly baffled by her approach,

They’d rather work for what they have than take a handout.” Alessia paused, glancing downstairs. She could see Mr. Morton and his son hauling supplies, while Karen

followed

accept the money… well, I’d have to think