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!

de MOT AND dad. He was their flesh and blood,

Zach’s glare, the manager, al smies, les ne clearly focused on serving Mirabella.

himself. His boss had warned hem tine and veri low–key and not to let slip any details

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

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

blurt out

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the tip of her nose

two customers who had been turned away at the front desk for not having a reservation were clearly disgruntled. “Those two came

they get to choose between the main dining area and a private booth, and we don’t? Your

wearing a ‘customer is king‘ smile, instantly dropped her grin upon hearing their complaints. Why? Because those were

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

with anger, and they stormed off, muttering under

front desk, and

the manager personally brought over some lemonade, pouring for both before leaving with a deep bow. The