After speaking, the assistant began packing up Miranda's things.

Tears streamed down Miranda's face, but her expression remained cold. She desperately wanted to make a comeback, but it felt like she was sinking deeper into a hole she could not escape. She needed to think of a way to salvage her situation.

She had fought hard to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry, aspiring to be someone admired and envied. She could not give up now.

The door was knocked on again.

The assistant, growing impatient, opened the door. "What's the rush..."

To her surprise, it was Nash's men.

The assistant's eyes lit up with hope. "Miranda."

Miranda, feeling like she was in an ice-cold cellar, turned and saw Nash's men. Her eyes brightened, and she quickly wiped away her tears. "Is it Nash? Does Nash want to see me?" she asked eagerly. This was her last lifeline. As long as Nash was willing to save her, she wouldn't be doomed.

"Miss Miranda, come with us."

"Okay, I knew Nash wouldn't abandon me. He still cares about me. I'll go see him right now!" Miranda had never given up hope.

As long as Nash showed any sign of caring for her, she would believe in him unconditionally. After all, he had never truly abandoned her.

She confidently followed them.

questions and smiled as she tried to

she was willing to do anything. That was her obsession. However,

a remote location surrounded by mountains, giving Miranda a creepy

soon as the car stopped, Miranda looked around nervously but was roughly pushed

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finish, her hands were tied

you

don't want to die faster, shut

blindfolded and forcefully pushed into the

Nash had

for a long time. Miranda's dress got caught on sharp branches, scraping her legs. She felt

never endured such hardships, Miranda felt chilled to

they reached a flat area, but she was pushed

"Ah!"

brace herself with her hands, feeling pain

her blindfold was

she adjusted, she saw Nash sitting on a sofa, his

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