A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Alessia didn’t take the menu. Instead, she simply told the waiter, “The usual,

please.”

Catching on, the two men handed their menus back and ordered a few extra dishes. As luck would have it, they ended up naming the exact same items.

Five dishes in a row matched perfectly, which made Bacchus chuckle.

“Just add those five to the order. That’s enough,” Alessia said, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose and bringing the chaotic ordering to a close.

“How’s the merger coming along?”

“Just about done. We’re tying up the last details.”

“And York?”

“He’s eating, drinking, and living it up–more comfortable than anyone else.”

Alessia laughed softly, as if picturing York’s smug face.

“By the way, Alessia, what’s your relationship with the Quincy family?” Bacchus’s question made Alessia pause.

“They’ve been in touch with you?”

grandfather. I happened to be home grabbing something and overheard them. They mentioned your grandfather too–it was pretty clear they wanted to pull some strings to get their grandson into the school. Shame about those paintings, though… not much to look at.” Bacchus shrugged. Over the years, he’d seen plenty of families trying

your grandfather

as the food began

you are and just laughed it off–smoothed things over without causing a

for a recommendation

let the

other two at the table had started drinking. One glass after

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the drinks?”

in question pointed at each other in perfect unison. “Let them be,” Bacchus

and ignored the childish antics, focusing

tipsy. Luckily, both could hold their liquor–if you

ride?” Bacchus asked, steadying

gotten her license as soon as she

safe. We’ll head out,” Bacchus said, guiding Max toward the car. But suddenly, Max broke free and walked over to

bit dazed, instinctively stepped

placed a large hand on Cole’s face and pushed him out of the way. Cole bared his teeth, ready to retaliate, but Alessia caught