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

Chapter 439

Mirabella had downed a few cups of lemonade, before she could fully grasp the concept that “this restaurant is part of the Davis family’s portfolio.”

“So, our family is, like, filthy rich?”

Zach, gazing upon his sister’s incredulous expression, belatedly realized that perhaps their parents hadn’t briefed her on the family’s financial standing. He cleared his throat and ventured, “Well, we’re… moderately well–off, I suppose.”

The script of a poor family narrative was crumbling before Mirabella’s eyes, and with a mix of emotions, she prodded, “Moderately well–off, what does that even mean?”

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“We’re probably a tad more comfortable than your average public company?” Zach replied without a hint of trying to conceal the truth. He genuinely didn’t know. His own startup consumed all his time, leaving him little interest in the family’s extensive assets.

Mirabella shot him a look of mild disdain; his answer was as good as no answer. Zach scratched his nose and looked down, picking up his cup to take a sip. However, promptly, he fished out his smartphone and sent a message on Messenger. [Dad, just how rich are we?]

Shawn, on the receiving end, sent back a puzzled question mark.

moment, Zach texted back, [Mirabella’s

unsure why his daughter was suddenly inquiring, decided to stick with the little white

his glasses, typing, […Why do we say

we’ve always told her we’re not

another message from Shawn popped up.

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10:37

meat.]

threat, palpable even through the screen, mede Zach’s fingers tremble, and he hastily deleted the

sent a new message. (Don’t you know me, Das? Even if Mirabella found out about our wealth, it definitely wouldn’t be from me

[Alright, as long

Zach: [Crystal clear.]

if I told you that all that talk about our family being loaded and owning this restaurant was just me, you know,

Mirabella was silent.