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

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Chapter 438 Zach strolled in, and the restaurant manager tipped his head with a respectful nod. “Would you folks like a private booth or a table in the main dining area?” he asked.

“Private booth, please,” “The main area.” The first suggestion cfrom Zach, while Mirabella voiced the second The manager, catching the mismatched preferences, cleared his throat and said. “How about the main dining area? | just remembered that the prate boots aren't quite ready yet.” The boss had made it clear: everything should cater to their yours back.

Zach shot the manager a side-eye. If the private booths weren't reach Way du he offer them in the first place? It was obvious his dad had been wistering sweet nothings to the staff behind the scenes. Didn't they realize se right through them? Ever since Mirabella cback, the sons of the family had been bumped down E notch, even when it cto something as simple as getting a MR DER dinner! Zach decided he needed to have a very heartfelt chat with his de MOT AND dad. He was their flesh and blood, too. He deserved a interesect Pretending not to notice Zach's glare, the manager, al smies, les ne clearly focused on serving Mirabella. “This may please best read slipping up and addressing her by her title.

He had to catch himself. His boss had warned hem tine and veri low-key and not to let slip any details of the farm NUSIKSSON IN ON lady. Although he didn’t understandrationale. De mange bene secret thrill of it all. Watching the young git be QAMOUS TO DEAN family’s empire... was actually kind of engegn Hearing the manager's near slip of the word “Move Wa momentarily puzzled. It seemed like every tm almost blurt out Madame.

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Chapter 433 Weird guy. She touched the tip of her nose and followed behind him.

As she walked away, two customers who had been turned away at the front desk for not having a reservation were clearly disgruntled. “Those two cin after us and didn’t have a reservation. Why do they get to go in?” one complained.

“Exactly! Why do they get to choose between the main dining area and a private booth, and we don’t? Your restaurant's staff really have selective vision, don’t they?” added the other.

The receptionist, who had been wearing a ‘customer is king‘ smile, instantly dropped her grin upon hearing their complaints. Why? Because those were the restaurant owner’s daughter and son.

The receptionist didn’t bother to explain, simply responding with a detached, “Oh, we do have selective vision here. | suggest you find a restaurant that meets your standards.” The two customers’ faces turned red with anger, and they stormed off, muttering under their breath.

Although Mirabella was far off, her sharp ears caught the exchange at the front desk, and she couldn't help feeling even more baffled by the odd treatment.

Once seated, the manager personally brought over slemonade, pouring for both before leaving with a deep bow. The respect was palpable.

Elbows on the table and chin in her hands, Mirabella turned to Zach, "Zach, don't you think the service here is a bit too... attentive?”

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Zach sipped his lemonade, set down the cup, and replied, "It"s normal, isn't it? You do know this restaurant is part of our family’s holdings, right?

Hearing this, Mirabella’s expression “ .

froze, “What did you say? Could you repeat that? I must have misheard.

Whose restaurant is this?”

Zach's mouth twitched. “This restaurant is part of The Davis family’s portfolio.” It echoed in her head, ‘part of The Davis family’s portfolio’...

Mirabella thought her ears were playing tricks on her.

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