Of the Elma Evert stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 202. Let's read the author's Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back Elma Evert story right here.
The corners of Sebastian's mouth curled up slightly as he heard Miranda's response.
"Got time to chat?"
Miranda tilted her head, gazing at Sebastian. But those eyes were calm and gentle, revealing no other emotion.
His glasses seemed to cloak him in a veil of mystery, with his pupils hidden behind, like moonlight - cool, elusive, and distant.
Miranda didn't reply immediately. Instead, she asked back, "Is something up?"
They didn't really have much in common, which was why she was curious.
"I heard Ms. Lancaster can heal," Sebastian said softly.
Miranda furrowed her brows; she contemplated him for a moment and was about to respond, when Lysander's voice interrupted.
"Miranda! Wait up!"
Hearing that voice, Miranda's expression changed.
Sebastian noticed the change too. It seemed like whenever she encountered anyone from the Hawke family, she went into "combat mode".
Not just the Hawke family, though, anyone she disliked. She never hid her feelings, not in her expressions, and certainly not in her words.
Miranda watched Lysander approach, remaining silent. Lysander hadn't expected to see Sebastian there. He glanced at him and then promptly ignored his presence.
He looked at Miranda, mumbling for what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke, "I’m sorry. I was wrong before."
Lysander had come secretly, without telling his three older brothers.
He didn't want them to know. He wanted to be the first to mend things with Miranda.
After all, Miranda was his real sister. If he apologized, she would forgive him, he supposed.
His brothers were too proud to apologize. But he was different. He wasn't the worst offender.
Miranda's lips twisted into a mocking smirk, and she coldly spat out, "Buzz off."
Lysander frowned. "Sis."
Miranda cut him off, "Shut up. Don't claim relations with me. I have standards, and you don't measure up."
Lysander fell silent, his expression darkening.
"I know I shouldn't have embarrassed you on the show. I really know I was wrong. Give me another chance, I would never do that," he explained solemnly.
It was the first time Miranda had seen any of the Hawke brothers apologize and back down.
Unfortunately, if a mongrel bit you and then wagged its tail, would you really forgive it? Some might, but for someone like Miranda, she'd just kick it away.
"A mongrel that bites will always bite. It can't change its nature. If it wags its tail, it's only because it sees food in your hand."
Miranda's tone was calm and cold. And her words made Sebastian's gaze deepen; he looked at her more intently, a slight smile on his lips as he softly said, "You're right."
With Sebastian's resources, learning about Miranda serving two years wasn't difficult. What puzzled and intrigued him was that her imprisonment left no lasting mark on her record.
Some of her information seemed protected by some organization. To outsiders, Miranda had vanished for two years. No one knew what she did during that time. The Hawke family kept quiet, suppressing the news.
After her release, Miranda somehow became Lavinia's goddaughter, earning the respect of the entire Lancaster family. And she was so at odds with the Hawke family.
It was evident that there was more to the story behind her imprisonment two years ago.
Seeing the four Hawke brothers protect Arabella so fiercely. It was clear why Miranda was imprisoned.
The Hawke family had suppressed the news not to protect Miranda, but to shield their adopted daughter, Arabella.
Utterly absurd. Sebastian thought he'd seen plenty of dirty secrets in wealthy families.
This was honestly the most outrageous thing he'd ever seen. But judging by the way she was standing there, speaking with such authority, Sebastian knew. There was no way she'd let them off the hook easily.
Sebastian was a smart guy. He understood the art of picking battles. If the other person didn't bring something up, he wasn't going to be the one to mention it. He wouldn't be the first to open his mouth about it.
He’d stick to the matter at hand. "Can we talk now?"
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