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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

Nina to retrieve the clothes, at the moment

"Bang!"

with the coffee

apology. Since you don't want to teach me, why did you agree in front of Nash? And now, why are you pushing

were

pop star crossed over into the entertainment industry, yet

you acting?" Nina leaned forward, propping her hand

raised an eyebrow, a cold glint in her

don't want to teach me, you let Mary teach me. And now, when I want to take the clothes, you push me away again Are you mocking me here?" Miranda's head hung low as she

Nash noticed or not, someone was

even want to look. "Miranda,

check the surveillance footage," Nash's