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A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 322
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“How about we grab sbubble tea later? My treat. There's a new place that opened up-people from the club

say it’s really good.” Ehugged her books as the four of them left class, ready to drop their stuff and head out

for a meal.

“Ill treat you guys to noodles from that place behind campus then. Got paid for my part-tgig, finally.” Mia

waved her phone with a grin.

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“You? You'll just helpkeep these two bosses happy,” Alessia nudged Joyce's arm with a laugh. “We can grab

scandied fruit or something for them as a palate cleanser after.”

The four girls chatted and joked, their conversation as ordinary and easy as any group of friends at college.

Then a black car pulled up, and a man in a tailored suit stepped out.

The group stopped short. Alessia recognized him immediately-the Quincy family’s

butler.

“Lessie, who's that?” Ewhispered. The others eyed him warily.

“Don’t worry,” Alessia replied, stepping away from her friends.

“Miss Morton,” the butler said respectfully, “Mr. Quincy invites you to Quincy Manor for tea.”

“So the old man likes to invite people out of the blue, huh?” Alessia let out a dry chuckle, noticing the curious

stares from people around them. “Showing up without warning-doesn’t seem much like an invitation. Feels more

like a

summons.”

“That depends entirely on how you choose to see it, Miss Morton.” The butlers years of service showed in his

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unfazed expression.

Alessia glanced back at her friends. Better to deal with this all at once than keep getting interrupted every other

day. Besides, curiosity tugged at her-she wanted to see what cards the old man was holding.

She walked over and handed her books to Esme. “I've got to run an errand. Won't be joining you guys for dinner

tonight.”

“No rush. We'll eat together next time-the restaurant's not going anywhere.”

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“Yeah, we can order bubble tea when you're back.”

“Lessie, are you sure it’s okay? The guy looks... shady.”

“Don’t worry. Just call Cole in an hour and have him pickup at Quincy Manor.” Cole had left his card with their

dorm, just in case they ever needed to reach him.

Alessia was always like this-never reckless, never timid. She had a way of covering her bases so that no matter

what, she’d have an escape. If the road ahead was a minefield, she'd still step forward as long as she was ready.

“Got it. Take care, okay?”

They'd seen people cto pick up Alessia before, but never with this kind of tension.

As soon as she got in the car, her friends dashed back to the dorm to call Cole.

Meanwhile, Alessia gazed out at the unfamiliar landscape and imposing manor as the car pulled up. The butler

got out and opened her door; she waited, unmoving, until he did. If he was trying to intimidate her, he was going

to have to try harder.

She followed him along a stone path,

passing tidy ponds and a 9azehen

then ee RETR to

the bac garden. There, Mr. Quincy

sat on a stone bench, steeping tea.

He wore a crisp three-piece suit and had a cane propped at his side. Two maids stood discreetly nearby.

Hamilton didn't look up as she

arrived, nor did he invite her to sit.

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“Hamilton, your way of inviting people is... certainly unique.”

“I'll get straight to the point,” he said, setting down his teapot and finally meeting her eyes. “Nyour price.”

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Alessia twirled the teacup in her hand, her gaze light and unconcerned.

Hamilton's hand stilled, her words hitting home. But he was an old fox-he quickly masked the shadow that

flickered in his eyes.

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