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?

flurry of questions 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 son, a lawyer. She had encountered his biting wit when Summer had returned to

and said, “Oh, the irony. Your establishment would rather cater to

finger, the manager glanced over, took a mere two seconds to assess the situation, and then looked back at Mandy with a

Frowning,

you in the future. That’s final,” the

it right there! I demand a proper explanation,

back around, his imposing frame

devoid of emotion. Mandy flinched under his

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stepping back.

eyes once again settling on Mirabella as he spoke in a tone devoid of warmth, “Do you

gripped her purse tighter, a sinking