A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Yeah, if things really go south for me, you’d better remember to take me in when I’m out on the street.”

Max was still the same Max. Two–thirds of what he said was a joke, and you could never take him too seriously.

“Honestly, you camping out on a park bench sounds about right,” Alessia shot back, rolling her eyes.

Laughter echoed from the other end of the line–light, easy.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan.”

Only then did Alessia feel a genuine sense of relief. She looked up, her gaze landing on the framed photo on her desk, and for reasons she couldn’t quite name, her mood soured.

“If you really do go bankrupt one day, I suppose I could let you crash at my place.”

She didn’t bother waiting for Max’s response, simply hung up.

The dial tone droned on. Max, lips curled in a faint grin, didn’t seem bothered at all.

Lately, Tate Holdings had been a mess. These past couple days, he’d barely managed three hours of sleep in total. He rubbed his brow and leaned back in his chair, feeling lighter after that call–the exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

“Ungrateful brat. Guess she does have a conscience after all.”

He muttered as he looked at the darkened phone screen. But a second later, the

screen lit up again.

straightened, voice and

the Winston family’s daughter.” Scott’s tone was cold,

emotionless, as if he were speaking to a

Holdings is in. We need the Winston investment–there’s no room

didn’t bother to

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didn’t care about his attitude. As soon as

let out a cold laugh, tossed his phone onto the table, and didn’t give it

he showed up at the restaurant

arrived, Max was already seated, staring absently

of guilt. With the Tate family on the brink and her family’s investment the only lifeline, she knew she held all the cards. What did it

she strode over, her designer bag swinging from her arm. A waiter hurried to

commotion, Max turned his

had reviewed his background

his looks–were hard

doubt about it: on paper, Max