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.

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

Thankfully, at this

Or I’ll

protest, but he went silent all the same. Alessia patted the seat next to her for Ivan, who slid

up where York had left off in

game.

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chat window, York’s teammates were still complaining about him going AFK, but Alessia ignored them. Her fingers danced across the screen; special effects exploded in a blur, and within ten seconds, she’d racked

glaring at Ivan with undisguised resentment. Ivan clutched his paper bag a little tighter, looking

arrived with a kids‘ meal in hand

up. You need something in

lure of fast food,

move.

murmured, ruffling his hair, her eyes

for the food–slowly, daintily, as if he were at a fancy restaurant with a steak knife