Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Carter stepped forward, feeling an unexpected surge of responsibility. He couldn't just stand by and let Miranda be bullied, so he was about to speak up.

"Who am I? I'm your maker. You can also call him that," Miranda said coolly.

Carter blinked in shock as he stared at Miranda. Was she seriously trash-talking like that? So direct? So bold? Why did she have this strange obsession with calling people out like that?

Celeste was furious, but against Miranda's sharp tongue, she found herself at a loss for words. She lunged forward, raising her hand to slap Miranda.

But before she could, Carter caught her wrist.

"Hey, let's just talk it out, no need for violence," Carter urged. "She doesn't actually mean she wants to be your maker, you know? It's more like a, uh, hypothetical one."

Miranda chimed in, "Exactly. It's like when I say your mother's out of the picture, it doesn't mean she actually is, right?"

Carter regretted his words instantly, almost on the verge of tears. Why did he have to open that can of worms? Was she really so unscrupulous? This Miranda, she was something else!

like this? You two are just trash! I bet you're just some sleazy girl who goes around seducing men. If he knew what you were really like, he wouldn't want anything to do with

Celeste. She simply called

mess with her online a few times. It was nothing serious, so Miranda didn't feel the

stood there, wide-eyed and

but now he feared that if he said something, Miranda would come up with

words was far from polite, but it was

our little princess?

touch of reproach, sounded from behind them. Seeing who it was, Celeste immediately adopted

Ditiel

and angry. "Mr. Bartley, it's her!

returned to Virell, she had exaggerated every story about Zephra and the online gossip about Miranda among the

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attention-seeking drama queen