The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel 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 came from Zach, while Mirabella voiced the second.

The manager, catching the mismatched preferences, cleared his throat and said, “How about the main dining area? I just remembered that the private booths aren’t quite ready yet.”

The boss had made it clear: everything should cater to their young lady.

Zach shot the manager a side-eye. If the private booths weren't ready, why did he offer them in the first place? It was obvious his dad had been whispering sweet nothings to the staff behind the scenes. Didn’t they realize he could see right through them?

Ever since Mirabella came back, the sons of the family had been bumped down a notch, even when it came to something as simple as getting a decent table at dinner!

Zach decided he needed to have a very heartfelt chat with his dear mom and dad. He was their flesh and blood, too. He deserved a little respect.

Pretending not to notice Zach's glare, the manager, all smiles, led the way, clearly focused on serving Mirabella. “This way, please, Ma–” he said, nearly slipping up and addressing her by her title.

He had to catch himself. His boss had warned them time and again to keep it low-key and not to let slip any details of the family business around the young lady. Although he didn’t understand the rationale, the manager couldn’t deny the secret thrill of it all. Watching the young girl be oblivious to the extent of her family’s empire... was actually kind of endearing.

Hearing the manager's near slip of the word "Madame," Mirabella was momentarily puzzled. It seemed like every time this delivery guy saw her, he'd almost blurt out Madame.

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

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?”

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.