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.

- but he'd never seen someone like this girl use acupuncture with such mastery

magical power existed out there. While Miranda

isn't the

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

quality difference in these needles?" Mr. Ashcroft had

have a greater impact on the wearer, offering warmth and even protection. The needles are similar;

Mr. Ashcroft, she had refined her needles specifically for this purpose. The original silver needles produced by her godmother's people weren't up to par with

Ashcroft nodded, impressed.

intense gaze was fixed on Miranda's

she said with a smile as she gazed at Mr. Ashcroft, "It must be

easily

needles. With a simple flick, a needle or multiple ones would be ready in her palm, much

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

about the ring - it was her secret weapon, after all. No need to disclose

Miranda's use of "you guys" caught his attention, making him glance knowingly