The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 418

Donald inhaled deeply, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air like an inviting cloud. His mind was buzzing with anticipation..

For a connoisseur like him, the scent alone was enough to judge the quality of the coffee beans. And with that unique coffee tin… there was no doubt about it. This brew had to be from his prized collection.

His gaze settled on the steaming cup of coffee with its caramel crema, and he was utterly baffled. How on earth did his special blend end up

here?

With trembling hands, he lifted the cup and took a tentative sip. The full–bodied flavor enveloped his taste buds, and although it should have tasted heavenly, it felt as bitter as quinine on his tongue. It was enough to make him want to cry.

Shawn, oblivious to Donald’s turmoil, savored his own sip and, after a moment of reflection, praised the coffee with closed eyes, “Smooth with a hint of chocolate and a touch of nuttiness. This aged blend is truly a delight.”

Hearing Shawn’s comments twisted the knife in Donald’s gut. Delightful, indeed. He had gone to such lengths to acquire and age this blend for seven or eight years, and it was too precious for him to even consider drinking himself!

As Shawn refilled his own cup and noticed Donald’s was empty, he topped it off and casually inquired, “Donald, what do you make of this coffee?”

again as he forced a thin smile. “It’s quite…

a few seconds, Donald’s eyes landed on the coffee tin on the table, and he asked, “Where did you pick up this

as he glanced at Mirabella, who was curled up on the couch, scrolling

nerve of some people, using his coffee

Riverdale, that brat hadn’t bothered to stop by the family home. Now, it was clear he had

to send you back home with some. It’s not a large batch, but it’s perfect for an occasional indulgence,”

his composure, shook his head in refusal. “No, no, a gentleman doesn’t take away someone else’s treasure. I’m already fortunate enough to have had a taste today.”

Mirabella looked up from her phone and cast a

he were truly a gentleman, he wouldn’t be here causing trouble in her

in much conversation with Shawn. Finally unable to contain his anger, Donald pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and tapped out a message with deliberate slowness.

little brat, you’re in for it

turned off his phone.

the message half an hour