The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 439

Mirabella had downed a few cups of lemonade, before she could fully grasp the concept that "this restaurant is part of the Davis family's portfolio."

"So, our family is, like, filthy rich?"

Zach, gazing upon his sister's incredulous expression, belatedly realized that perhaps their parents hadn't briefed her on the family's financial standing. He cleared his throat and ventured, "Well, we're... moderately well-off, I suppose."

The script of a poor family narrative was crumbling before Mirabella's eyes, and with a mix of emotions, she prodded, "Moderately well-off, what does that even mean?"

"We're probably a tad more comfortable than your average public company?" Zach replied without a hint of trying to conceal the truth. He genuinely didn't know. His own startup consumed all his time, leaving him little interest in the family's extensive assets.

Mirabella shot him a look of mild disdain; his answer was as good as no answer.

Zach scratched his nose and looked down, picking up his cup to take a sip. However, promptly, he fished out his smartphone and sent a message on Messenger. [Dad, just how rich are we?]

Shawn, on the receiving end, sent back a puzzled question mark.

After pondering a moment, Zach texted back, [Mirabella's asking.]

Shawn, clutching his phone and unsure why his daughter was suddenly inquiring, decided to stick with the little white lie he had spun for amusement's sake, replying, [Just tell her we're broke.]

Zach pushed up his glasses, typing, […Why do we say that?]

Shawn replied, [Because we've always told her we're not well-off.]

Mirabella was silent.

"Right, I'm pretty sure you'd believe it," he said, with a hint of self-assurance.

Whether he was trying to convince himself or brainwash Mirabella was unclear, but he had already decided to retreat to his own home for a while.

Mirabella just stared at him, questioning his mental state internally.

Soon after, the restaurant manager brought over their orders, setting the table with meticulous care before reluctantly making his exit.

Zach rubbed his temples as the manager left. If it weren't for all this fuss, would he really have slipped up and found himself on the verge of being homeless?