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?”

at your bar? Every time I go, it’s

day?” Alessia shot him a withering look,

You girls

glued to him, acting like he’s a gold mine.” Justin’s grumbling

your mouth. That’s my brother you’re talking

rubbed his nose,

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type. Besides, he’s only performing tomorrow–then

Lee Liam, or a Chen Liam…” Justin muttered under his breath, but clammed up as soon as Alessia shot him

around, why not do something useful instead of running your mouth all day? If you really push Stella’s buttons, I’m going to back her

I get

how much longer until the place is

be

“Faster than I expected.”

happens when the money’s good–things get done quick. But honestly, Alessia, you could just give the Mortons a better life outright. Why drag

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

Justin followed her

the money… well, I’d