Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 315

Miranda glanced at her phone again, double-checking the details. No mistake about the license plate. But a Maserati?

She’d been on a call when she hailed the ride online, so she hadn’t even noticed what kind of car it was. Were rich people just playing around like this now?

Seeing her hesitation, the driver honked the horn twice, a bit impatiently. She quickly took a few steps and opened the car door, sliding into the back seat.

The car smelled faintly of something luxurious, a scent she immediately recognized as expensive. Exotic ingredients, no doubt, which meant a hefty price tag.

“If you took any longer, I’d be fined for waiting,” came a voice from the driver's seat, surprisingly young and vibrant, probably from twenty to twenty-five years old.

From her vantage point, she could see the young man at the wheel, his hair a striking silver, his profile sharp and handsome.

The watch on his wrist, resting on the steering wheel, she’d seen it before—worth a cool three hundred grand. Were these spoiled rich kids driving rideshares now?

Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Driving a Maserati for a rideshare? I had to make sure it wasn’t some scam.”

The young man smirked. “You don’t get out much, do you?”

After that, Miranda didn’t respond, and the car fell into a comfortable silence. Jazz music played softly, and Miranda scrolled through her messages on her phone.

“Alas.”

Miranda looked up at the sighing man, and then back down at her phone.

“Alas!!”

He sighed again. Miranda glanced up. What was this, a melodrama?

“Tell me, what’s the point of life?”

Miranda was at a loss. He continued, “I feel life is so meaningless. Ever since I was born, it feels like all I have is money and nothing else.”

Oh, she got it now. He was driving for a rideshare to show off his wealth. Regular bragging just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

He sighed again. “It’s just a case of reality not living up to expectations.”

Miranda remarked, “Hey, you still have money.”

“What’s money good for? I just want to know what love feels like.”

Miranda stayed silent, but he kept talking.

“My dad married into my mom’s family, you know?”

Miranda said, “No, I didn’t.”

“But he cheated not long after they got married, with his first love. Now the time of him being home is decreasing.”

Miranda paused, offering a bit of sympathy. “Sorry to hear that.”