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

Chapter 442

Mandy’s head was throbbing, and she couldn’t fathom how just stepping out of the restroom could lead to such a mess

She couldn’t let her high society friends get embarrassed over this debacle. Taking a deep breath. Mandy clutched her purse and confronted the restaurant manager with a stern voice, “Is this how you treat your customers? Why on earth would I bring my friends here if we hadn’t secured a reservation?”

She paused for effect, then continued, “I’ve never heard of a restaurant arbitrarily canceling a customer’s membership and then kicking them out. Do you really want me to call and lodge a formal complaint right now?”

The manager plastered on a bureaucratically polite smile, oozing arrogance. “Please, be my guest.”

Mandy’s face turned a shade of steel, her composure slipping as anger took hold. She massaged her temples and was about to unleash a fierce retort, “Do you have any idea who we-”

But she stopped mid–sentence when she caught sight of Mirabella sitting by the window. Her jaw dropped. Wasn’t Mirabella supposed to be waitressing? Why was she sitting

there?

swirled in Mandy’s mind. Then, her gaze shifted to the young man sitting across from Mirabella. Although she only saw his profile, he was unmistakably memorable. He was the Davis family’s sharp–tongued second

Your establishment would rather cater to posers with empty pockets than

a mere two seconds to assess the situation, and then looked back at Mandy with a

his eyes. Frowning, she demanded, “What’s

here. Our restaurant will not be serving you in the future. That’s final,” the

it right there! I demand a proper explanation, or this matter is far from over!”

his imposing

emotion. Mandy flinched under his gaze, instinctively

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stepping back.

once again settling on Mirabella as he spoke in a tone

brow furrowed, as she gripped her purse tighter, a sinking feeling that she might not want to hear the answer.