Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 114

Sebastian pressed his lips, glancing from Arabella to Miranda, as if trying to discern if Arabella had really styled herself to resemble Miranda.

When Dorian received a call from Arabella, his brows furrowed tightly. Despite this, he played along, saying, "Just focus on doing well on the show; don’t mind the rest."

His long-standing role as the caring brother made this response almost automatic for Dorian.

But in truth, the Hawke family had been asking the PR to handle it from the very beginning. Unfortunately, their efforts were proving futile.

They'd even enlisted the help of two previous PR firms, spending quite a fortune only to see no results.

When questioned, the firms could only shrug and say, "We have no idea."

This left Dorian feeling like he'd been conned out of his money.

Alistair was already gearing up to sue those two firms, though he worried about the potential backlash from making such a fuss.

Arabella nodded tearfully. "Got it, Dorian."

She hung up and finally stepped away from the live stream camera.

This exchange between siblings only further fueled the fans' enthusiasm, who labeled Arabella as the cherished little sister. Many female fans even joked about wanting to be Arabella's sister-in-law.

Amid this buzz, the show was gearing up for the final round preparations.

On the eve of the recording, Miranda and Sebastian found themselves at a hotel café, sipping coffee. Since they were staying at the same hotel, they inevitably ran into each other.

Her resilience, determination, and vitality were extraordinary. She was like a flame burning on an icy peak or a mandrake flourishing amidst arid bones.

This paradoxical allure was magnetic. At least, in Sebastian's world. He had never encountered anyone quite like Miranda in his life.

"Young, beautiful women like you usually enjoy luxury, fashionable clothes, handbags, being adored, and basking in the spotlight," Sebastian mused with a slight smile. "But you don't seem to care for any of that."

Miranda simply shrugged. It wasn't that she disliked them; she had merely had her fill, hence her feelings numb.

The most expensive luxury items were just numbers to her. After seeing enough, they lost their appeal.

Sebastian's sharp gaze behind the glassed settled on Miranda's face. "So, what do you like?"