Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 76

Miranda had just asked Hannah to fill her in on what was going on.

Apparently, the whole mess started when they got into a spat with Theo and ended up making a bet. Just as things were heating up, Alistair and Miranda arrived, joining the crew as well.

The stakes? The loser had to act like a dog. Now, They were pressuring Caius and Hannah to honor the bet.

It wasn't surprising that Caius couldn't match Alistair's shooting skills. Alistair, being a lawyer, had honed his marksmanship back in college.

Both he and Dorian were members of a shooting club. While Dorian was more of a casual participant, Alistair took it seriously, practicing whenever he could.

Theo sneered with a smug air. "Oh, are you going to help them bark like dogs?"

He wasn't at the Lancaster Group banquet last time, but he'd heard whispers of what had happened. Arabella had told him about how Miranda had somehow become Miss Lancaster, leveraging that title to embarrass Arabella.

a conniving woman who

his voice cold. "This has nothing to do with

her glance, he felt his cheeks flush slightly, though his voice remained firm. "Miranda is my sister. If anyone's going

nodded in agreement. She saw nothing wrong in what Caius had said. After all, with Miranda now being adopted by Lavinia, they were practically siblings. And she knew

retorted coldly, "Since when is

caught both Theo and Arabella's attention. Theo was puzzled by Alistair's outburst, while Arabella's expression turned

frowned. "I don't care about her last name. What matters is she's part of our

to accept Miranda. Not to mention, she had saved their grandmother and was both capable and beautiful. And now she was their aunt's daughter. Having her as family was something they were

grew even colder

over someone who's not even blood-related," he said

any longer. "What's with your double standards? You'd break the law for your

Alistair and Arabella flustered and speechless. They hadn't expected Miranda to be

What was she thinking,

guilt crossing his face as he weakly countered,