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!

bet you're just some sleazy girl

She

disliked Celeste, because who would like someone who targeted them on the first meeting? Especially since Celeste had tried to mess with her online a few times. It was nothing serious, so Miranda didn't feel the

manager stood there, wide-eyed

a time, he wasn't afraid of anything, but now he feared that if he said something, Miranda

was far from polite, but

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had exaggerated every story about Zephra and the online gossip about

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