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

Chapter 438

Zach strolled in, and the restaurant manager tipped his head with a respectful nod. “Would you folks like a private booth or a table in the main dining area?” he asked.

“Private booth, please,”

“The main area.”

The first suggestion came from Zach, while Mirabella voiced the second

The manager, catching the mismatched preferences, cleared his throat and said. “How about the main dining area? I just remembered that the prate boots aren’t quite ready yet.”

The boss had made it clear: everything should cater to their yours back.

Zach shot the manager a side–eye. If the private booths weren’t reach Way dù he offer them in the first place? It was obvious his dad had been wistering sweet nothings to the staff behind the scenes. Didn’t they realize se right through them?

Ever since Mirabella came back, the sons of the family had been bumped down E notch, even when it came to something as simple as getting a MR DER

dinner!

MOT AND dad. He was their

Zach’s glare, the manager, al smies, les ne clearly focused on serving Mirabella. “This may please best read slipping up and addressing her by her title.

slip

thrill of it all. Watching the young git be QAMOUS TO DEAN family’s

slip of the word “Move Wa momentarily puzzled. It seemed like every

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She touched the tip of

been turned away at the front desk for not having a reservation were clearly disgruntled. “Those

dining area and a private booth, and we don’t? Your restaurant’s staff really have selective

instantly dropped her grin

explain, simply responding with a detached, “Oh, we do have selective vision here. I suggest you find

anger, and they stormed off, muttering

off, her sharp ears caught the exchange at the front desk,

personally brought over some lemonade, pouring for both