Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 260

In the Ashcroft Family estate, Miranda carefully sterilized the silver needles she'd just used, watching the grime that had dulled them vanish, leaving behind a

bright, silver gleam. Meanwhile, the visible vapors of impurities were still drifting away from Mr. Ashcroft's back.

With each release of these impurities, Mr. Ashcroft's complexion noticeably improved. His cheeks flushed with color, no longer appearing like someone whose spirit was willing, but the flesh was not.

Now, he looked lively and vigorous, a picture of strength and vitality. The aura of an old general's steadfastness became even more pronounced.

Elian lounged lazily against the back of the couch where Miranda was seated, his head tilted as he watched her every move. "So, I notice normally you've kept some needles hidden, where do you stash them, Miranda?" he finally asked, curiosity having gnawed at him for a while.

He knew Miranda always carried a bunch of silver needles, either to protect herself or to heal others. And she often left them behind, not bothering to retrieve them. He'd held back his curiosity for long enough but couldn't resist asking any longer.

Elian had seen almost every top-ranked assassination tool in the world and had crossed paths with many. He'd researched them and seen a deadly weapon resembling needles before, but none that seemed as innocuous as Miranda's.

Those he knew as weapons were built for strength and lethality. But Miranda's seemed delicate, not capable of tampering with any poison, like they wouldn't do more than a tickle from an ant. Yet, he knew very well that in Miranda's hands, these needles could be lethal.

He'd seen his fair share of strange and wondrous things -enough to consider himself worldly - but he'd never

lived in an actual world, he almost believed magical power existed out there. While Miranda didn't have any

use for treatments isn't the same

she'd used on Mr. Ashcroft, she explained, "The ones I carry are mass-produced. They can be used for healing, but mostly they're for self-defense. I don't mind leaving

see. So there's a quality difference in these needles?" Mr. Ashcroft

on the wearer, offering warmth and even protection. The needles are similar; the material and craftsmanship

original silver needles produced by her godmother's people weren't up

see," Mr. Ashcroft nodded, impressed. "I've learned something

intense gaze was

she gazed at Mr. Ashcroft, "It must be easier than you guys

Miranda could easily conceal hundreds of them. The trick wasn't hiding them but deploying

a simple flick, a needle or multiple ones would be ready in

ring was custom-made for her by her godmother's men before she'd left prison, crafted with top-tier materials. Its simple

about the ring - it was her secret weapon, after

of "you guys" caught