Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 315

Miranda glanced at her phone again, double-checking the details. No mistake about the license plate. But a Maserati?

She'd been on a call when she hailed the ride online, so she hadn't even noticed what kind of car it was. Were rich people just playing around like this now?

Seeing her hesitation, the driver honked the horn twice, a bit impatiently. She quickly took a few steps and opened the car door, sliding into the back seat.

The car smelled faintly of something luxurious, a scent she immediately recognized as expensive. Exotic ingredients, no doubt, which meant a hefty price

tag.

"If you took any longer, I'd be fined for waiting," came a voice from the driver's seat, surprisingly young and vibrant, probably from twenty to twenty-five years old.

From her vantage point, she could see the young man at the wheel, his hair a striking silver, his profile sharp and handsome.

The watch on his wrist, resting on the steering wheel, she'd seen it before-worth a cool three hundred grand. Were these spoiled rich kids driving rideshares now?

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Driving a Maserati for a rideshare? I had to make sure it wasn't some scam."

don't

silence. Jazz music played softly, and Miranda

"Alas."

at the sighing man, and then back down at

Miranda glanced up. What

the

Ever since I was born, it feels like all

was driving for a rideshare to show

someone like me, who doesn't need money,

resisted

mix of longing and sadness. “Not gonna lie, I just had a disastrous online

replied, "Well, congrats. I mean, that's really

So materialistic! I didn't even drive; I wore my cheapest clothes, where does it show that I'm

logo. She could hardly believe it. If he

she asked, holding back

perked up for her eventually joining the conversation, his

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