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.

Zach texted

inquiring, decided to stick with the little white lie he had spun

pushed up his glasses, typing, […Why do we

we’ve always told

about the money.], but before he could hit send, another message from Shawn popped up. Shawn: [You better not bring up our wealth in front of your sister,

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meat.]

the drafted message, Luckily, he hadn’t sent

Even if Mirabella found

long as you’re

Zach: [Crystal clear.]

phone and turned a grave expression toward his siste, Virz what if I told you that all that talk about our family being loaded and owning this restaurant was just me, you know, shooting the breeze? Yourd believe that right?”

Mirabella was silent.