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.

Lysander, though fuming, felt a twinge of guilt. The Hawke family had indeed wronged Miranda, and they dreaded the idea of her revealing their dirty laundry in public. So,

like that. She's been to jail, and despite that, Mom and Dad let her back into

brothers immediately turned their attention to comforting

her, "Why should you leave? If anyone's going, it's her. Next time she lays a hand on us, I'll make sure she

low can she go, being someone's kept woman and now acting all high and mighty? She's

shop assistants, who had been watching the drama unfold, began to murmur amongst themselves, eager to dissect

in a huff, with

the upper floor of the luxury store, a man leaned casually against the railing, having witnessed the entire spectacle. The VIP lounge was secluded, with floor-to-ceiling glass that allowed him

playing on his lips, his eyes flickered a

his attention back inside, he gazed coolly at the man kneeling 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 into your life! I lost my mind for a moment.

bloody. That pair of polished

lips forming a cruel arc. "You know what I despise the most?" Elian exhaled a smoke wreath, his voice

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