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!

his de MOT AND dad. He was their flesh and blood, too. He deserved a

smies, les ne clearly focused on serving Mirabella. “This may please best read slipping up and addressing her by her

slip

of it all. Watching the young git be QAMOUS TO DEAN family’s empire… was actually

word “Move Wa momentarily puzzled. It seemed like every

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guy. She touched the tip of her nose and followed behind

clearly disgruntled. “Those two came in after us and didn’t have a reservation. Why do they get to go

private booth, and we don’t? Your restaurant’s staff really have

grin upon hearing their

we do have selective vision here. I suggest you find

with anger, and they stormed off, muttering

exchange at the front desk, and she couldn’t help feeling

personally brought over some lemonade, pouring for both before leaving with a deep