Chapter 9

The sharp smack echoed through the boutique, startling everyone inside.

"Miranda, what the hell are you doing?" Lysander snapped.

Miranda didn't miss a beat and landed another swift slap across Lysander's cheek.

"Don't worry," she said. "You have your own share."

She turned to Orion, who stood frozen in shock, and delivered a third slap with her hand. "And one for you."

The brothers never anticipated that Miranda would ever lay a hand on them. The slaps were quick and brutal, leaving them no time to react. The two got smacked on their face, glaring at her, their teeth gritted. Miranda's eyes were icy as she enunciated each word. "Remember, it was you who wronged me. When you see me, you should scurry away like rats from a cat, not bark like mad dogs. But if you prefer the latter, I have no problem teaching you a lesson."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving the gazes of the rest behind. William shot the trio a look that screamed satisfaction.

twinge of guilt. The Hawke family had indeed wronged Miranda, and they dreaded the idea of her revealing their

Mom and Dad let her back into the Hawke family. Haven't they been kind enough? I know it's my fault, and I've got ready to leave

brothers immediately turned their

her. Next time she lays a hand on us, I'll

and now acting all high and

unfold, began

this, Arabella stormed off in a huff, with the brothers hot on her

having witnessed the entire spectacle. The VIP lounge was secluded,

lips, his eyes flickered a

before him, begging for mercy. "Mr. Ashcroft, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have sold your information to that woman. She's just a tramp trying to woo her way

face was battered and bloody. That pair of polished leather shoes came gradually closer, each tapping against the

Elian exhaled a smoke wreath, his voice nonchalant as he pressed

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