The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 319

Mirabella stepped outside the private dining room and squinted into the din of the restaurant. "How'd you know I was out grabbing a bite with friends?" she asked, her gaze inadvertently sweeping the area for any sign of Shawn.

Aside from the occasional hustle of the restaurant staff, there was no trace of Shawn.

"Oh, a buddy mentioned they saw you in the restaurant," Shawn's voice came through the phone, tinged with a hint of guilt.

One of Mirabella's eyebrows arched inquisitively. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, yeah. Look, you keep enjoying your meal with your friends. I won't keep you, kiddo," Shawn said, ready to end the call.

"It's that tutor friend of mine," Mirabella shook her head, slipping in the explanation just before Shawn could hang up.

"The one who gave you those two boxes of fancy boffee beans?" Shawn paused his goodbye.

Mirabella hummed in confirmation.

"Good heavens, why didn't you say so earlier? I've been meaning to take your tutor out for a meal to thank him," Shawn exclaimed, surprised.

Mirabella glanced back at the private room, "No need, Dad. I reckon he's too busy for that."

"Nonsense! Next time you see him, set something up. We have to show our gratitude properly, especially since he's been helping you with studies and even brought such a fine gift," Shawn insisted with earnest seriousness.

"We'll talk about it later. We're going to eat now," Mirabella mumbled vaguely and quickly hung up the phone.

Taking someone out to eat just meant spending more money, right? Please, it was best if they didn't.

Back in the private dining room, Mirabella had barely settled in her seat when her phone buzzed with a new message on Messenger. She glanced at it and pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling the onset of a headache.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at James with a serious expression. "My dad wants to take you out for a meal, a little thank you for the tea you gave me. If you're busy, I can just tell him you can't make it, okay?"

Wyatt nodded and scrolled down for more details. "But I don't see your name listed here?"

Mirabella's eyebrows went up. "It'll be there tomorrow."

"Alright then, what time does it start?" Wyatt inquired.

"Should be around ten," Mirabella recalled Collins mentioning it to her.

Wyatt made a note of the time and then downloaded an app, where the show would be streamed the next day.

Soon after, the server brought their meals to the table.

After a satisfying dinner, Wyatt went to settle the bill. As he handed over his card and the check to the cashier, he noticed the staff member's demeanor change as they glanced at the room number. Standing up, the cashier addressed him with exceptional politeness, "Good evening, sir. Your bill for the private dining room has already been taken care of."