Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 387

Miranda stared at the message Elian had sent her, pausing for just a second.

She replied, [Sure thing.]

Elian shot back, [So, do I get a title now?]

Miranda's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment.

She typed, [Nope.]

Elian sent a picture of a drenched puppy emoji.

Miranda chuckled and decided it was time to check the black market for how her pharmaceuticals were doing.

A few moments later, Elian sent a photo.

Miranda opened it.

Whoa! It was a mirror selfie.

He had pulled up his shirt to reveal a set of chiseled abs, his pants dangerously low, teasing the V-lines.

The whole image was dripping with intensity and raw masculinity.

Her adrenaline spiked instantly!

The perfection of his physique, the ideal muscle tone, it was a work of art.

A little risqué, perhaps?

Miranda replied with a simple, [?]

As soon as she sent it, Elian retracted the photo.

Elian said, [Oops, sent that by mistake.]

Miranda responded, [?]

Elian added, [Just got out of the shower.]

Elian was trying

And she wasn't complaining.

usually one for risqué stuff.

had always admitted

he were to drop dead, he'd be one perfect

[How about

the message, she turned her

almost instantly every time they

listings, snatching them up in

probably had some sort

But she didn't care.

sell them.

encrypted and protected, so nobody knew

batch had already sold out,

an international bank account before making their way to

It brought in a

sold, her products went through the black market's secure shipping process to a

pick

and international transfers kept her identity

even have to

gistics

she simply placed the

a

would be transported.

black market logistics: no questions

just

seamless delivery, even acroset

borders and into conflict

nes.

gear-they could

market logistics were paying off every government to

smoothly. Content be/operate so

had just finished checking her cleared shelves when her

sent more

Impressive. But oh-so-forbidden.