A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 464

Mia was an art student from the local college. When she heard about this volunteer program, she signed up right away.

She was lively and animated, and her lessons were always full of energy. By the time class was over, she’d blended right in with the kids, quickly becoming their ringleader.

Alessia’s eyes drifted back to her own papers as someone approached. She slid her notes closed, the movement so subtle and natural that no

one would have noticed. Not that she was hiding anything sensitive—just some scribbled improvements and things to fix.

“Do you need something?” Alessia asked.

“Ms. Warren said these are the questions from the last few quizzes. The kids are split by age group, so she teaches and tests them separately. All

the materials are here.”

Alessia taught math. After talking things over with Ms. Warren, she’d decided to start by giving a few problems to gauge the children’s current

abilities.

“Thank you.”

“We’re all here to help each other out, right? Besides, it’s no trouble.” The young man set down the stack of papers and, instead of sticking around to make small talk, walked off without another word.

notebook, closed it,

materials in

it

kids, Alessia had just sat down when Mia plopped

“Good afternoon!” Mia chirped.

It felt oddly formal, but Alessia was serious

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just went along

by her response. She found

working on all morning?

didn’t talk with her mouth full and

putting together a quiz,” Alessia replied. The questions weren’t hard, but the real hassle was the ancient printer in the

shook her head. “You know, you’d have been my least favorite teacher in school. First day, and you’re already

swap with me and teach math instead?” Alessia

face. “No, thanks. I’m an art student for a reason. Math was always my worst subject. It takes a real genius, and my skill points are definitely not in that area–I

was so different

why’d you sign up to be

this sort of thing. They volunteered together in a remote village. Once, my mom hurt her ankle coming

what–are you hoping to twist your ankle too?”