Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Miranda nodded in agreement with Marion's assessment. "Definitely a piece of work."

She'd encountered her fair share of oddballs, but the Zade family certainly took the cake.

Eyes on the screen, Marion continued narrating the video, "That woman's always had a thing for favoring her son over her daughter. She spoiled him rotten, but now that her son can't really carry on the family name and she gets knocked around daily, her care for Adam has definitely waned. She's around him less and less. And then, someone caught Luna cozying up with the bachelor next door."

Miranda nearly choked on her water upon hearing that juicy tidbit.

Mentioning the topic whetted Marion's appetite. "But Adam found out soon enough. He couldn't handle the thought of his mom with another guy, and it drove him up the wall-he lashed out at her. With a man in the picture, Luna got a backbone. Neighbors say she doesn't even pretend to care about Adam anymore. She's even claiming she'll have another son to carry on the name. Can you believe it?"

Miranda was rendered speechless. That was really shocking.

"Who's she planning to have a son with? Her husband's been gone for ages," Marion mused, astounded and baffled.

Miranda replied, "In her mind, it doesn't matter as long as it's a son. Her thinking's so messed up, you can't even try to understand it with normal logic."

Marion was still trying to wrap his head around it.

"What do you think will happen to that mother and son?" Marion wondered aloud, scratching his chin.

Miranda glanced at the photos and videos of Adam and Luna on the tablet. A faint smile played on her lips. "When anger festers, it leads to destruction."

Marion seemed to catch Miranda's drift. He stared at the tablet for a moment before his gaze drifted to the bracelet on Miranda's wrist.

"When did you get that bracelet? Never seen anything like it. It's beautiful."

Miranda glanced at her wrist, the memory of Elian fastening it on her wrist flashing through her mind.

"It was a gift from someone," she replied softly.

Marion raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Who's it from?"

Miranda was at a loss, taken aback by Marion's peculiar behavior as normally speaking, one wouldn't press any further. The reason behind this was nothing but a deliberate move from him give how astute Marion tended to be.

Miranda just smiled. "Take a guess."

Knowing he wouldn't get a straight answer, Marion didn't keep on with the topic.

"The company we acquired, NeuraCore, is back in business under a new name. I've sent over a couple of execs to help. Nothing's amiss there. Despite its past issues, it's got potential. With me at the helm, it'll definitely outdo the Hawke family's old management," Marion turned the conversation to business. "But there's something."

"What is it?" Miranda questioned as she handed the tablet back to him.

Marion frowned slightly. "A couple of days ago, two people showed up, asking about the company and the Hawke family. They even inquired about you. I suspect they might be from the Hawke family's original branch. They didn't seem to have any ill intentions, just curious about the situation. I was debating whether to tell you."

"The original Hawke family?" Miranda pondered.

She recalled something about that. The Hawke family did have a branch overseas, but they'd been out of touch for ages. Moreover, the local media had never mentioned them over the years. Even when the Hawke family's company hit trouble, Alden likely reached out to them for help, but still ended up selling the company to resolve the plight.

That meant the original branch didn't care about him or NeuraCore. NeuraCore's

shares had no ties with the original branch.

"Maybe they're just curious, that's why they had question."

Miranda shrugged it off. Since they ignored Alden's ordeal, their involvement shouldn't exist.

Marion nodded. "I'll keep an eye on it and look into their situation."

Miranda agreed, "I'll leave the business in your hands. Cancel the upcoming plans

for the Flying Fish Legion, and don't book any more gigs."

Marion was stunned. "Hey, we're really hot right now. Do you know what your rate

is?"

Miranda's brow furrowed as she asked, "Do I need that miserly amount?" Marion was momentarily speechless.

"But you said you'd consider taking on some," Marion said, his voice tinged with hurt.

Miranda stood up, ready to leave. "There's something I need to do. I'll let you know when I'm free."

Marion was persistent. "How about once a month?"

As she walked out, Miranda waved him off. "I'll think about it."

Marion pursed his lips. He was hoping to score a few more TV shows and scripts while the buzz was high.

Even though many celebrities had joined them, including some with major accolades, Miranda's popularity was unmatched, different from others. What a waste of such star power.

After leaving Marion's office, Miranda took a private elevator, avoiding the usual hustle with the staff. Everyone in the company knew her special connection with Marion, so her appearances, though rare, weren't surprising.

On her way back, instead of driving, Miranda opted to walk, soaking in the city's hustle and bustle, the air bristling with the unique scent of this world. It was in these moments she felt herself blend in with it, becoming truly a part. noveldrama

The absence of her usual companions these past few days left her feeling oddly unaccompanied. Her attention was caught by a figure emerging ahead, and she raised an eyebrow slightly.

The girl standing in front of him had long, silky hair that contrasted strikingly with her fair skin. She gave a gentle, soft smile. "Do you have a moment?"