A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

The fruit was handpicked by Karen early this morning from the grocer’s–only the finest selection, with every kind imaginable. All the guests today had sung its praises, even asking to take some home. There was no way, as Magda claimed, that it was sour or unpalatable.

When Alessia walked over, Magda was still making faces at the fruit. Alessia had no intention of humoring her. She glanced at the half–empty fruit platter, then picked it up without hesitation.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Magda snapped, her expression darkening.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to be so picky with your food?” Alessia replied, her tone dry as she eyed the platter, now a mess from Magda’s prodding.

Looking at the fruit, riddled with little fork marks, Alessia stepped on the pedal of the trash can and dumped the rest of the fruit straight in.

“You!” Magda leapt up, but one look from Alessia–cool, edged with warning–stilled

her.

Grinding her teeth, Magda tossed her fork onto the table with a clatter, powerless to do anything more than vent her frustration in small gestures.

“Do you need imported mineral water too? Sorry, we don’t keep any in the house. Wouldn’t want our tap water to offend your delicate palate,” Alessia said, pouring the glass of water out into the tray right in front of Magda.

raised?” Magda exploded, slapping her palm on the tabletop as she

course she is,” Alessia replied with a smile that didn’t reach

Hamilton rapped his cane on the floor, seeing the tension thickening in

still seething, Magda obeyed, shooting Alessia one last glare before sitting

settled herself

I didn’t expect you to buy this house back,” Hamilton remarked, sipping his water and glancing around at

Ethan did well–bought it back himself.

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Chapter 320

the renovations,” Brendan replied.

ever

Mortons exchanged

unable to enjoy a peaceful retirement. Seems the entire Quincy clan is still clinging to your apron strings, waiting to

doubted these two stubborn elders had suddenly had a change of heart–not after all these years, not even when the Mortons had been at their lowest. The Quincys had never once reached out a hand to help; now, their