A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 293

After the others left, Ethan and his two companions followed a waiter to their own private dining room.

They didn’t dive straight into business. Instead, they waited until all the dishes had been served, letting the meal set the mood before finally getting down to the real reason they were there.

“So, she’s the Alessia my grandfather’s always talking about? The old man never stops going on about her. Now that I’ve finally met her in person-”

Before Bacchus could finish, both “sister protectors” fixed him with a sharp look.

He caught on quickly, miming zipping his lips shut.

“You didn’t tell Lessie?” Ethan asked, swirling his fork in the soup. His long, sculpted fingers made even that simple gesture look elegant.

“Why would I tell her? She finally got away from the Tates. Once the Tate family’s been bled dry, whatever’s left of Tate Holdings will go back to her anyway,” Max said, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

Ethan glanced up at him, but let it drop.

Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, Alessia and her three friends were still talking about the trio they’d just left behind.

“Lessie, that’s your older brother? Ethan is your brother?” Esme asked, eyes wide. She was a notorious internet addict, and with her radar for handsome guys, she could spot one whether it was the sports channel or the evening news. Law had never interested her, but good–looking men were a different story.

“Yeah,” Alessia nodded.

family sounds complicated,” Joyce murmured, her voice barely above

Only found my

so sorry–I didn’t know,” Joyce stammered,

laughed softly, “It’s not a

exchanged glances. For some reason, it felt as if

secrets, drawing them

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little things about their

had a younger brother, and if it weren’t for her scholarship, her parents would never have let her go to college. They’d hoped she’d start working in a factory after high school, then

her parents were teachers. They held her to strict standards, and she didn’t even like her major–it

only child in a middle–class family. She never had to worry

wide avenue, and other students passed by

Alessia turned and saw two tall men, bundled up in coats, stepping out. “Third brother?” she called hesitantly, recognizing only his eyes above the scarf. The other man, she

you don’t have to ignore me this completely, do you?” Tristan shrugged, feigning

exchanged glances. Esme frowned but

you

calling, but you didn’t pick up. Thought I’d drop something

phone and realized she’d