A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Are you okay?” As soon as they rounded the corner and Fortune was out of sight, Mia let go of her hand.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Oh, right–take a look at this.” Mia handed her the phone, pulling up the post the three of them had been discussing earlier.

Alessia read it, then returned the phone without much reaction.

“So… you’re not going to call anyone?”

Alessia tilted her head, looking genuinely puzzled.

“I mean, usually in situations like this, aren’t you supposed to tell someone to take it down or something?”

“This kind of thing blows over fast. Give it a couple days and everyone will have forgotten. There’s no need to waste time or effort on it.”

If it were anyone else, Mia might have thought they were just pretending to be calm. But it was Alessia–so she believed her.

Since Alessia herself wasn’t bothered, Mia had nothing more to say.

Meanwhile, Fortune followed his assistant into another private room. Inside, a large group waited, their expressions varying from polite to openly hostile. One woman didn’t bother hiding her displeasure, her face turning frosty the moment he entered. Fortune didn’t care. If he was honest, there were probably no more than three people here who actually wanted to see him.

“Grandfather.” He bowed respectfully to the elderly man at the head of the table.

dressed in a tailored suit, worry beads rolling between his fingers. He lifted his gaze, his

into a

his assistant would. And if he did, the old man

pocket, Fortune drew out a

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work

the box as he handed it to the assistant

take it himself, but nodded slightly. The assistant understood, opening

was a string of

clear in his eyes. Though his tone was even, the shift in

said, and with that,

the old man–a privilege

heir.

generation, only he and Hugo Thorne remained as male heirs. If Hugo hadn’t self–destructed, this spot

been Fortune’s.

and stiff, Alessia and her friends were

dabbed at her lips with a