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!

chat with his de MOT AND dad. He was their flesh and

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

catch himself. His boss had warned hem tine and veri low–key and not to let slip any details of the farm NUSIKSSON IN ON lady. Although he didn’t understand me rationale.

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

word “Move Wa momentarily puzzled. It

out Madame.

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tip of her nose

for not having a reservation were clearly disgruntled. “Those

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

dropped her grin upon hearing their complaints. Why? Because

detached, “Oh, we do have selective vision here. I suggest you find a restaurant that meets your standards.”

and they stormed off, muttering under their breath.

was far off, her sharp ears caught the exchange at the front desk, and she couldn’t help feeling even more baffled by the odd

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