A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 117

“There’ll be quite a crowd–are you sure you’re up for it?” Alessia softened her voice, making it as gentle as possible.

Ivan didn’t answer, but he stubbornly refused to let go of her hand.

“Alright, let’s go then.” Alessia gave his chubby cheek a gentle squeeze, then led him out of the car.

The three of them walked along the sidewalk back toward the strip mall. Sure enough, outside the fast food joint, there was a familiar dog waiting by the door. Through the glass, they could see its owner hunched over his phone, completely absorbed, with a spread of fries, burgers, and a big cup of soda laid out on the table. He looked as carefree as ever.

After calming the dog down–it perked up excitedly as soon as it saw her–Alessia took Ivan straight over to the table where the dog’s owner sat, while Eddie lingered at the counter to place their order.

York, blissfully unaware of any impending doom, was still engrossed in his mobile game, muttering curses under his breath as his thumbs tapped furiously at the screen. Alessia couldn’t help but laugh at his obliviousness. Without warning, she snatched the phone right out of his hands.

“Hey! What the–Alessia?” York looked up, and the moment he saw her, all his

bluster vanished.

“I wasn’t cursing!” he blurted out defensively, scrambling to his feet, but the moment his gaze landed on Ivan, he reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on–practically jumping out of his chair.

the little squirt to a fast food place? You never took me here! And you just took my phone! And you’re about to scold me!” York’s eyes were wide with outrage, his voice rising with every

and clamped a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, at this hour, the place

Or I’ll

he went silent all the same. Alessia patted the

where York had left

game.

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the screen; special effects exploded in a blur, and within ten seconds, she’d racked up two

with undisguised resentment. Ivan clutched his paper bag

kids‘ meal in

need something in

could resist the lure of fast food, but Ivan just

move.

ruffling his hair, her eyes never

food–slowly, daintily, as if he were at a fancy restaurant with a steak knife and fine china, not a plastic tray