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

Chapter 443

Mandy gazed blankly upward, her eyes once again seeking out Mirabella in the distance. The restaurant manager, who had been so cold to her moments ago, was now tending to- Mirabella with a smile that was all reverence and eagerness to please.

Mandy lifted her hand to rub her eyes, convinced she was witnessing an illusion and that

this couldn’t be real.

If the Davis family really were wealthy, how could her biological daughter Summer be in the dark about it? Why hadn’t she mentioned a word? It had to be a sham, all of it.

Mandy’s expression grew stiff, her circle of well–to–do friends momentarily forgotten.

Unaware of the turmoil inside Mandy’s mind, her high–society friends, all notable figures in their own right, were now too distraught by Mandy’s scene to linger any longer, let alone confront the restaurant staff. Before long, they left the establishment, clearly disheartened.**

By the time Mandy came back to her senses, she was already seated in her car, being hailed by her driver. Mandy turned to the driver and muttered, “Take me back to the Gilbert residence, before pulling out her phone.

message to her daughter on Messenger. [Are the Davises

middle of a workout at the gym, trying to keep a low profile since the

her mother’s text, her sweat–drenched face turned cold as she typed

or not to the Gilberts? Even if they knew the Davises had money, were they supposed to fawn

she tossed her phone onto the

silence, she scrolled through her contacts and dialed a number. The call connected almost instantly, and Mandy didn’t bother with small talk. “I need you to

***

meal, they left the restaurant. As the car pulled up

“Hey, Mira, I’m going to be swamped at the office for a while, so I won’t be

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home.

turning to look at him with bright eyes, “Oh, Zach, you have to work overtime?”