Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

For Carter, Miranda was the only person he knew. She meant more to him than anyone else ever could.

He'd rather see anyone else in danger than Miranda.

As soon as Miranda noticed the rescue team arriving, she let go of Hugo, who had been leaning heavily on her. Without her support, he collapsed into the arms of the rescuers.

The team swiftly lifted him onto a stretcher, ready to rush him off for a check-up. But Hugo was having none of it, protesting loudly and trying to get down.

Jasper barked at the rescuers, "Hold him down! Don't let him go until he's been checked out!"

Obediently, they pinned Hugo down, making sure he couldn't move.

After issuing his orders, Jasper turned his attention back to Miranda. "Do you want to get checked out too? Are you feeling okay?"

Carter chimed in, "Yeah, are you sure you're alright?"

Miranda shook her head. "I'm fine. Besides, did you forget? I'm a doctor myself." Of course, she was fine.

Carter couldn't help but grumble, "Why did you save him? You almost got yourself in trouble. He's not exactly someone decent."

Miranda's lips curled into a smile. "I wasn't in any real danger, and besides, he didn't have to die."

As a doctor, she was used to the cycle of life and death. But if someone didn't need to die, she'd do everything in her power to save them.

It wasn't about being a saint; it was about doing what she could within her ability.

And most importantly, this guy didn't deserve to die. Since the moment when he got riled up for her not making any safety precautions before racing, she figured he wasn't inherently wicked.

Despite their past altercations, he didn't instruct his people to attack her. He was more bark than bite, often resorting to hurling those vile insults.

So, she saved him. Simple as that.

Miranda felt numerous eyes on her and turned to see Hugo's friends watching her. Their expressions were a complex; they were seemingly struggling for addressing her, their gaze obviously devoid of the hostility they'd previously shown her.noveldrama

Jasper glanced at the group, noticing the bruises and one of them with a cast on his leg.

Suspicion crept in; could it be they had been on the receiving end of Miranda's fists?

One of Hugo's friends hesitantly spoke up, "Miranda, um..."

He trailed off, uncertain.

Miranda cut in smoothly, "How about calling me Master first?"

Jasper blinked in surprise. Carter was taken aback too.

That direct, huh?

Surely they wouldn't.

To everyone's astonishment, the three men stood straight and bowed to Miranda, shouting in unison, "Master!"

The combined force of their voices was startling. Caught off guard,

Miranda felt her brow twitch. "You guys make it sound like I'm at my own funeral."

The whole bowing and the way how they called her were more like paying respects to the departed.

Still, she hadn't expected them to comply so readily.

One of the friends, looking like he had nothing to lose, declared

earnestly, "Miranda, we lost thou net

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fair and square. From now on, I'm

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humble follower!"

"Me too! You saved Hugo without holding a grudge. You're a good person. Forget whatever nonsense we said before."

"No matter what, you won and saved Mr. Bartley. You're our leader now. Whatever you say goes!"

Though proud, they were people who could accept defeat. Refusing to honor a bet with a woman would be a total disgrace.

For them, reputation was important, but so was keeping one's word.

Jasper whispered to Miranda,

"These guys used to hang around with Elian. They might be a bit rough around the edges, but there's no issue their personalities. At

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they know how to lose with

Even Carter was surprised at how willingly they admitted defeat. He thought

they'd try to wriggle out of it.

Miranda arched an eyebrow and

gave them a scrutinizing look. "According to what we agreed, you know what you need to do next, right? Or do I need to teach you?"

The men exchanged glances, coughing awkwardly.

"Or, do you want to challenge me to something else? I have some time, I'm game

if you are," Miranda added.

The three men hastily waved their hands. "No, that won't be necessary."

Miranda nodded, satisfied. "Alright then."

The three men exchanged another glance.

Miranda was nothing like Celeste had made her out to be. She was normal, not exactly like what they'd accounted.

She was combatant, skilled, and capable of saving lives without hesitation in the critical moment.

How could someone like her possibly be the conniving person Celeste had described?