A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

You could tell at a glance–these were kids from wealthy families. They looked polished, accomplished, and even knew how to behave themselves, which was a rare sight these days and definitely not what you usually see on TV.

“Lessie, you and Cole should head back and get some rest. I’ll go with my brother to sort this out.” Zachary came over, ruffling Alessia’s hair with a gentle, protective touch.

“I’m fine, really.” Alessia realized Zachary had misunderstood, but it was hard to explain in front of everyone.

“Alright, then later I’ll get you a little cake and drop it off outside your dorm.”

Seeing the situation, Alessia just let it go. She figured she’d explain later when things had calmed down.

“Call me when you’re done with the recording, okay?”

“Got it.”

“Cole, I’m counting on you to look after Lessie,” Ethan added, and Cole nodded in agreement.

The police officer led the way, with Ethan and Zachary following close behind. Carlson shot his little brother a glare that said he’d had enough, then pushed Chester along after the others.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the tension. “Ah!” Queenie’s voice made everyone look her way. A phone lay on the ground, screen–side up, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The woman standing next to it stared at her husband, wide–eyed with panic.

She backed away a step, words

out a sigh, her voice tinged with

a screen. Shouldn’t cost more than a couple hundred to replace. I’ll

cool. “This is a custom

kidding me? Besides, you were the one who walked right into me–how is this my fault?” The woman’s

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stopped rummaging for cash.

and have them check. They don’t even sell this model locally–it has to get shipped back to the original manufacturer. I’ll even cover the international shipping myself. Just settle the repair bill, or do you want me to send the

his wife’s side. “What did you do

to catch up with you! How was I supposed to know this girl would step out like

Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?” Carlson pressed a hand to his forehead, veins

sorry, I’ll pay. Just send the invoice to this address and I’ll have someone handle it, alright?”

knocked into me. I

your luck. We’re offering to pay–how do we know you’re not running a scam?” the woman snapped, shoving Carlson aside and launching into a

wanted to disappear on the