Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

"What's this?" Miranda eyed the stack of documents Elian had just placed in front of her.

She'd just dropped by to check on Elian's injury. She was barely through the door, and he'd already had someone set the papers down before her.

"You'll know once you take a look," Elian replied, a smile playing on his lips.

He usually had his hair slicked back, but today his bangs hung loose, soft and smooth. He looked a little more gentle than his usual edgy self, like a big, tail-wagging shepherd.

Miranda picked up the stack, clearly puzzled. Just then, she noticed Elian was undressing. "What are you doing?"

Elian was halfway through taking off his shirt, revealing his abdomen, his V-line abs conspicuous.

Elian gave her an innocent look. "Taking off my clothes, how else are you going to check my injury then?" Miranda spared him a glance before turning her attention back to the documents. As she skimmed through, her eyes narrowed.

The papers detailed years of incidents involving Dorian and Arabella. Maximus had been investigating, but Elian's files were far more comprehensive than his.

They chronicled numerous misdeeds tied to Arabella, along with the illegal and unethical deeds the four Hawke brothers had committed, like the mysterious disappearances or expulsions of anyone who crossed her path even since Arabella started school.

There were accounts of Arabella bullying classmates, even driving one to despair-induced suicide, with the parents coming to her for an explanation yet the Hawke brothers paying them off to keep quiet. And the Cathy case, revealing more connections and crimes involving the Hawke family.

into these cases, yet Elian's documents appeared more exhaustive. He even got the

the documents aside. Her

she couldn't help

and his whole body pounced forward, stopping just inches from her face with his hands supported by the sofa. His heated breath brushed pass her nose;

an emotion as he bored into Miranda. "After all, you've claimed me being your 'son', haven't

sooner had he spoken than he winced, a look of discomfort crossing his face. His whole body seemed to

needle protruding from his wrist out

him back onto the couch and stood up smoothly. "Talking is fine, but no

powerless on the couch, her eyebrow slightly moving.

a mischievous smirk. "Be good, and call me 'Dad', and

furrowed tightly, Elian

his gaze tinged

vel

lips pressed into a stubborn Hine, looking for all the world like

devilish nature.

his chin as if he were a puppy. "Aw, didn't you

teeth, seemed to have been muzzled. With a hoarse voice, he managed a single word.