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?”

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

your grandfather

was interrupted as the food

and just laughed it off–smoothed things over without

a recommendation letter. I didn’t give

it. I’ll let the old man

they didn’t notice that the other two at the table had started drinking. One glass after another, almost as if

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the drinks?”

pointed at each other in perfect unison. “Let them be,” Bacchus grinned, thoroughly entertained. “It’s rare to see Max

sigh and ignored the childish

other two were flushed and tipsy. Luckily, both could hold their liquor–if you didn’t know them well,

to give you all a ride?” Bacchus asked, steadying Max, who stood quietly and obediently–so

license as soon as she turned of age, passing every test

Bacchus said, guiding Max toward the car. But suddenly, Max broke free and walked over to

dazed, instinctively stepped in

face and pushed him out of the way. Cole bared his teeth, ready to retaliate, but Alessia caught his arm and