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

Chapter 440

Halfway through her meal, Mirabella excused herself to visit the restroom.

The restaurant was one of the city’s most upscale establishments, where a table was unattainable without a membership or an advanced reservation, even for the wealthy. On this particular evening, the venue was bustling with patrons.

Emerging from the restroom, Mirabella took a moment to survey the dining area. The place was packed to the rafters.

While ordering, she had glanced at the menu prices; each dish carried a hefty three–digit price tag… Her family must’ve been more than just comfortably off.

With a sigh, she retracted her gaze, intending to return to her table. But then, unexpectedly, she bumped into a familiar face.

“What are you doing here?” Mandy asked, her perfectly made–up face etched with a touch of surprise.

spot and invited a few high–society ladies for dinner. Though they were seated in the main dining

still quite prestigious. Seeing her foster daughter

was taken aback by the small world they lived in, where one could encounter a member of the Gilbert family just by going out for dinner. She gave Mandy a brief, indifferent look and

noticing Mirabella’s silence, looked around. Mindful of the public setting, she stepped closer and whispered with a sneer, “What, has

such luxury. Mirabella was raised in the countryside, so Mandy doubted the girl even had the nerve to step foot inside. Being a waitress seemed the only logical

restaurant manager, always vigilant of his patron’s comfort, cast a glance at Mandy speaking with his esteemed guest. Did she just call Mirabella a waitress? He subtly signaled the head waiter and whispered

of the manager’s actions, Mirabella looked at Mandy with a wry smile and let out a melancholic sigh. “Yes, indeed. My family

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behind, nearly stumbled upon hearing her words. The Davis family, poor? There must’ve been

the word ‘poor,”