Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Miranda didn't expect they would bounce back quickly. Ah, the resilience of youth, she thought. If she had known, she might have gone a bit harder on them.

Today, though, there were only three familiar faces. The rest were probably still bedridden.

Carter narrowed his eyes. "You guys again."

Weren't these the same rich kids they'd run into at the shooting range before? No, calling them rich kids wasn't quite right. They were more like the offspring of top military and government officials.

The manager, noticing the recognition, wisely stepped back, letting them handle it. In a place like this, he wasn't someone appropriate to intervene, and yet he knew bystanders might probably get inflicted by their altercation. Besides, these two were his boss's significant guests, and he would be expected to step in if things got out of hand.

Hugo frowned. "You guys are like bad pennies, always turning up."

Miranda nodded. "Couldn't agree more."

It wasn't surprising, though. This wasn't the sort of place just anyone could afford. Even running into royalty here wouldn't be unexpected. Clubs like this, high-end and exclusive, were rare domestically. Virell was one of a kind, drawing in the elite from all over.

The other guys gathered around Hugo, one of them sneering, "Damn you, girl. Didn't think you'd have the nerve to report us after that fight. You're something else."

"Yeah, phony, you think you can just do whatever you want here at Virell?"

"You think we don't know about your shady dealings? Reporting us, seriously?"

They were already filled with pent-up frustration out of the discipline at home. Thinking how she beat them up and then tattled on them only deepened their opinion of her extremely shameless one.

They couldn't beat Miranda in a fight, so they resorted to verbal attacks, fueled by their frustration.

"Always using publicity, online trolls and playing dirty, huh?" Hugo countered, tugging his lips. "But I'll give it to you, getting Zephra's crew to back you up is quite the feat."

Thanks to Celeste, Miranda had a reputation among them as a schemer, someone who used underhanded tactics. Especially since Celeste claimed Miranda had been seducing Elian and Sebastian, two guys everyone knew were off-limits.

Her audacity to get close to those two men was a way of seeking trouble. Even though they'd heard of the story buzzed online, with Celeste's involvement, they would only dismiss the truth.

Miranda frowned. These guys really seemed to dislike her. But then it clicked.

"What kind of nonsense has Celeste been feeding you about me?" she asked bluntly, catching them off guard. Their surprised reactions confirmed it for her. She continued coolly, "Are you obtuse or what? Believe everything she says?"

Her words irked the heirs.

"Thinking without a brain, huh? Did your moms accidentally snip the part when cutting your umbilical cords?"

Miranda genuinely doubted it. Carter burst out laughing, unable to hold it in. "Hahaha."

Oh man, why was Miranda so hilarious when she cussed people out?

Hugo gritted his teeth. "Miranda, freaking bullshit! You're the one who's brainless!"

Little did Hugo know, how much he would suffer just because of those words in the future.

Miranda remained unbothered. "I mean, do I look brainless to you? You folks are the ones who are retarded, you should check the mirror."

Carter couldn't help but think, "Geez, how does she insult people so calmly?"

Hugo and his friends were infuriated, especially by Miranda's nonchalant demeanor One of them looked ready to charge at her but hesitated, thinking better of it. Eventually, their frustration was only intensified.

Not bothering to waste more energy with those losers, Miranda turned her attention to the racetrack, feeling the thrill of anticipation. It had been a while since she'd raced.

Hugo suddenly sneered, his voice cold, "Miranda, how about we play a little game?"noveldrama

Miranda replied, "Not interested," as she signaled for the manager to get her a

car.

But Hugo wasn't giving up. "What, are you scared?"

The other guys chimed in, teasing her.

"Scared, are you? Just admit it, calling us 'Dad' and maybe we'll let it slide."

"Tsk, how about you kneel and apologize?"

"I don't usually pick on girls, but you're an exception, because you're a phony."

Miranda turned to face them,

eyebrows furrowed, but didn't say a

word. They instinctively took a step back, wary of her potentially giving them each a well-deserved smack.

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