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With each word, she tore her apart, leaving her in the dust. Her face contorted into the ugliest expression imaginable, fueled by burning rage. Yet, reason urged her to remain calm. "You don't need to be happy either. Nash hasn't publicly acknowledged you as Mrs. York, and besides, he's more inclined to support me," Miranda snapped, grabbing a fruit knife. Handing it over to Nina, she said, "Nina, why don't you teach me how to chop vegetables now?"

Nina frowned, glanced at Miranda, but did not respond.

She called for Mary, "Miss Miranda, I have no patience. Mary, you have patience. You teach Miss Miranda."

Miranda's face turned icy.

Nina would even acknowledge her or give her lessons! Her expected plan crumbled, and she lost interest. She casually dropped the knife onto the cutting board. "Forget it, just remembered I've got something else to do. I'll swing by another day to learn."

Mary was puzzled, finding Miss Miranda's irregular approach to learning truly peculiar!

sofa. Nina was sitting there, engrossed in

retrieve the clothes, at the moment she grabbed them, she suddenly

"Bang!"

coffee table, scattering

shouted, "Nina, this clothing is my apology. Since you don't want to teach me, why did you agree in front of Nash? And now,

were

amusing. It had not been long since this pop star crossed over into the entertainment industry, yet her

who did Nash hire to teach you acting?" Nina leaned forward, propping

in her eyes. Of course, Miranda would

that? If you don't want to teach me, you let Mary teach me. And now, when I want to take

or not, someone

want to look. "Miranda, there are security cameras in the

security to check the surveillance footage," Nash's voice was