Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

"Hey, Miranda, is it true what Larry says? That you've got some kind of healing skills nobody else has?" Mr. Dempsey asked, his curiosity piqued.

The Guardians, just like Larry, were all suffering from a rare illness that had been a thorn in their sides for years. Mr. Paisley had it the worst, compared to the others.

Doctors had given him only a few months, and despite the pain being a constant companion, Miranda's appearance felt like a glimmer of hope in their otherwise bleak horizon. Especially with Larry standing there, a living testament to her abilities.

Larry, looking somewhat annoyed, intervened, "Hey, don't scare her off. She's just a kid."

The Guardians settled down a bit but continued to stare at Miranda with hopeful eyes, resembling a group of eager schoolchildren.

Miranda was at a loss for words.

"Miranda, the Guardians and I, we've all been through the wringer together. Back in the day, we fought in the same battle, which is where we all picked up this

blasted virus. So, could you do like what we had discussed earlier?"

Seeing Miranda's silence, Larry assumed perhaps the group might be overwhelming her.

"We can do this one at a time, it's alright, no rush. But could you start with Mr. Paisley? He's got it the worst, and the doctors say he's only got less than three months," Larry uttered, his eyes red-rimmed.

The others three quickly chimed in, echoing his plea.

"Yeah, start with Mr. Paisley. We can wait."

"Anything for him. Whatever it takes."

"I don't mind waiting. Even if there's no treatment for me, that's fine. Just help him

find some relief. No one should go out in such pain."

These once-tough men were now visibly emotional, their eyes glistening.

Miranda pressed her lips briefly. "It's not impossible to treat everyone together."

Her words drew everyone's attention.

"But you see, I just came from a bit of a scuffle and need to rest up a bit."

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Larry was curious. "A scuffle? With who?"

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Miranda scratched her head. "Not sure, there were maybe seven or eight of them."

Larry's expression hardened as he asked, "Who would dare mess with you? Tell

me where this happened, and I'll make a call."

"Virell Iron Sight Club," Miranda replied.

After ensuring Miranda had a place to rest, Larry promptly made a

the club, and then returned to the to

living room. The Guardians were all ears, eager and indignant.

"Who on earth picks a fight with a girl? That's outrageous!"

"At the shooting range, you said? Whose kids were they?"

"Absolutely, someone needs a talking to!"

"It's been a while since I gave someone a good telling-off! This is absurd, picking on a girl!"

Larry fell silent for a moment.

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Mr. Paisley and Mr. Zade uttered in unison, "What?"

Larry continued, "Yeah, and Miranda took them all down. By herself."

The Guardians exclaimed, "What?!!"

Larry looked at Mr. Paisley and Mr. Zade with sympathy. "She floored them all."

The Guardians were left in stunned silence.