Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

This time, Jasper and the crew witnessed a visual spectacle.

What truly blew them away was Miranda's uncanny accuracy. Every shot hit its mark-without fail!

They were already impressed by her skill with a handgun, but when she picked up a rifle.

"Wait, she can handle a rifle too?"

"Whoa! Look at that stance. That's professional!"

"My gosh, has she never trained professionally?"

"No way! With that kind of stance and technique, she's got to be a pro!"

And then, when she took up the sniper rifle, nobody could contain themselves.

Everyone stood up.

Seeing Miranda handle the sniper rifle with such finesse and precision, Hugo and the others became her absolute fans.

Elian inspired fear, but Miranda was different. She wasn't just impressive; she moved them, time and again.

Couple that with what they'd heard about Miranda from Celeste, and the contrast only deepened their fascination with her.

Jasper glanced around at the group, then at Elian and Miranda. It was clear: Miranda had won over Elian's old crew.

"I'm calling it," Hugo declared excitedly, watching Miranda's perfect aim. "From now on, Miranda is my idol!"

That night, Hugo posted an update on social media.

"Met a soft-hearted deity."

The comments were filled with question marks.

His friends in the circle was bewildered, curious about Hugo's cryptic post.

The news spread like wildfire among the socialites, but no one had a clue what these heirs were up to.

"Don't pay them much attention," Elian said coolly, clearly referring to them. "They're old enough to think for themselves by now."

Elian's car was parked outside Miranda's house.

Miranda chuckled. "I actually find them quite charming."

Meanwhile, their WhatsApp group was buzzing with excitement.noveldrama

"What's so charming about them?" Elian frowned.

Miranda hadn't replied yet.

"Do you really find them charming?" Elian pressed on.

Miranda kept silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do

you

, though he maintained

of calm.

Miranda began, "Well." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

Elian asked, "What does 'well' mean? Are you admitting it?"

Miranda's reticence made Elian realize his own slip, and he turned his head away.

"I'm not jealous. I know I have no

right to

c. You haven't given r so why should I be jeal

Miranda was bewildered.

"I know you didn't take it seriously when I called you my wifey.

You didn't care when I kissed you or

when I held you."

He was staring straight ahead, sounding more and more dejected.

When Miranda didn't respond, Elian admitted, "Alright, fine, I am jealous, Miranda,

I..."

As he turned to face her, Miranda's hand reached out to touch his forehead.

He paused.

"No fever," Miranda mused, looking at him quizzically. "Why are you talking nonsense?"

Elian grabbed her hand like a grumpy puppy, his face a picture of mock indignation, "Miranda!"

Miranda used her other hand to

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gently scratch Elian's chin, bursting into laughter. "Are you mad?"

The affectionate gesture hit Elian right in the heart.

He melted instantly.

Despite his effort to keep a straight face, a smile crept up on him, impossible to suppress.

His voice softened, though he tried to deny it. "No, I'm not mad, I would never be mad."

The words of denial carried a tender, playful undertone.