Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 422

Miranda was, in all honesty, just a regular person.

When it came to Elian, as a boyfriend, he actually ticked a lot of boxes.

What came next-that was a problem for Future Miranda.

Still, this was her first time really giving this kind of thing a shot.

In her last life, she'd spent most of her time hustling.

She'd carried more than her fair share of responsibilities for someone so young, and almost every waking moment was focused on herself and her goals.

As the heir to NexMed Labs a family legacy stretching back a thousand years— she needed to keep her grip on that position. Talent was only part of it; she had to work even harder for everything else.

Sure, plenty of people had tried to win her over. She'd just never cared enough to notice.

Speaking of her would-be suitors...

She pulled out her phone and scrolled back to the file Charles had sent her.

There was also a new, unread email.

Charles had sent over a fresh autopsy report.

"Couldn't get the sample. It's locked down. But hey, maybe try staking out the next murder scene?" Charles's message had that signature dark humor of his.

Miranda opened the report, reading it as she headed back to her room.

Honestly, after seeing Susie Everhart's case, she didn't really need the sample or the report anymore.

But she still read it, carefully.

The autopsy was top-notch-done by a big-name forensic pathologist.

never made

managed to get his hands on it?

had a world-class

up perfectly with what she'd found in her own tests on

she was

from Crow's Eye

of the curse in Susie's

was just pure luck that the Everhart

just been voodoo showing up,

own-most of the rules and storylines played out the

threw her

this particular voodoo

person using it... well, she

followed

the museum

really

he'd probably

was him, then, well-small

couldn't help but

email and shot him a quick "Got

before bed,

will you

the message for a second, about to type

Another message popped up.

you don't want to, I'll just kiss you first.

eyebrows and

reply, his grin stretched wider than a slice of watermelon at a Fourth of July

in a candy store, Mr. Ashcroft all but rolled

waste any time,

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