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.

managed to snag a reservation at this exclusive spot and invited a few high–society ladies for dinner. Though they were seated in

Seeing her foster daughter here didn’t add

aback by the small world they lived in, where one could encounter a member of the Gilbert family just by going out

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

hundreds, and she didn’t believe for a second that Mirabella could afford 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

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

Mandy with a wry smile and let out a melancholic sigh. “Yes, indeed. My family truly is destitute.”

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

about the word