When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0873

A man with brown hair stood outside, holding a baseball bat. His chin was raised arrogantly as he yelled toward the house, “Are you all deal? Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Get the hell out here right now!”

Madison exploded immediately and rushed outside with her phone.

Miranda and Sebastian tried to stop her, but they were too late. They could only follow behind her as they ran out.

“What do you want?” Madison stood at the entrance with her hands on her hips. She stared down at the brown–haired man, Kenny Sneider

Kenny raised an eyebrow. “Oh, where did this fat cow come from? What’s the matter? Are you going to stand up for the Cliffords?”

His words directly hit on Madison’s sore spot.

“And you? You’re so scrawny that you look like a scarecrow! People who know you might say you’re malnourished, but others who don’t will probably think you’re on drugs!” she retorted.

Kenny’s expression darkened.

At that moment, a blonde–haired man stepped forward. “The hell you’re saying, you mad cow? You wanna meet your maker?”

Although Madison couldn’t understand his thick accent, she could guess it wasn’t anything good.

The two men had similar features and build. In fact, Madison had already been very generous with her insults. These two men were skinny as scarecrows, with dark circles under their eyes and purplish lips.

prominent cheekbones, cloudy gazes, and hostile expressions made for an unpleasant

Cripple? He’ll sign the land transfer contract right now if he knows what’s good for him, otherwise…” Kenny

think you can force people to sell their land?”

a smirk. “It seems this fat

his bat. “Sure thing, I’ll handle

dare you to do that!” Madison straightened her back. Instead of dodging, she stood firm and declared, “This is a lawful society. If you lay a hand on me,

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he had heard a joke. “Go ahead and call them! Let’s

was surprised and taken aback by his

started recording. “Well, it’s alright. If the law can’t teach you a lesson, public opinion from

of the Lysandrian Era, and yet local bullies like you still

Shawn’s expressions darkened simultaneously. One lunged forward and grabbed her phone, while the other reached for

grabbed a

the three of them retreated to put

and Shawn finally

sternly, “What do

“Can’t you see? This fat cow’s filming us without permission!

retorted, “Who does

the Sneiders,

the first time I’ve heard of a village being