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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!

the sofa. Nina was

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

"Bang!"

collided with the coffee table, scattering

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

were red.

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

to teach you acting?" Nina leaned forward,

glint in her eyes. Of course, Miranda would

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

noticed or not, someone was

to look. "Miranda, there are security cameras

security to check the surveillance footage," Nash's voice was cold and devoid of