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?

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dinner!

have a very heartfelt chat with his de MOT AND dad. He

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be QAMOUS TO DEAN family’s empire…

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

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the tip of her nose and followed behind him.

not having a reservation were clearly disgruntled. “Those two came in after us and didn’t have a reservation.

area and a private booth, and we

dropped her grin upon hearing

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

faces turned red with anger, and they stormed off, muttering under

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

some lemonade, pouring for both before leaving with a deep bow. The respect was