Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 34

Could it be...

Miranda took her phone and dialed William.

"Keep an eye on the Zade family for me, would you? I want to know what they're up to these days."

After hanging up, she watched the Zade family trio walk away, having a pretty good idea of where their money was coming from.

If her suspicions were right, well, it would be poetic justice.

Ever since she met Luna, Miranda had deliberately let slip the location of Arabella's school and her usual hangouts to them.

Miranda had lived with the Hawke family for a while, so she knew Arabella's routines and favorite spots like the back of her hand.

Now, she didn't need to lift a finger. The Zades, with their insatiable greed, would naturally target Arabella.

If not Arabella, then they'd aim for Dorian and the others. After all, their biological daughter was rolling in wealth, while their son was drowning in student debt.

With the hint Miranda had given Luna last time, it was obvious she'd set her sights on her own daughter.

Previously, when Miranda was with the Hawkes, they'd always come to her, knowing how to manipulate her. But now that Miranda was out of the Hawke family and broke, they'd naturally turn to Arabella.

Fearing they'd spread rumors or show up in her life, Arabella would likely pay them off to keep them at bay.

But Miranda knew all too well what kind of leeches the Zade family was. Once they latched on, they were impossible to shake off.

"What happened to Miranda should happen to Arabella too. That's only fair," Miranda thought as she got into her car and drove back to her villa.

She hadn't driven far when a sleek black sedan suddenly overtook her, causing her to frown.

Initially, she didn't think much of it, but then the car slammed on its brakes right in front of her. She nearly didn't react in time and almost collided with it.

After stopping, the car remained motionless; despite the light traffic on the road, it still was an eyesore.

"Step aside."

Her words made the driver look up at her for the first time.

"What are you planning to do?"

Miranda glanced at the elderly man, her brow furrowed slightly. "I'm a doctor. Let me take a look."

The man hesitated. Miranda looked too young, hardly the picture of a seasoned doctor, and this elderly man's status was delicate.

"Unless you want to keep blocking the road," she added nonchalantly.

Reluctantly, the driver stepped aside as he swept a glance at the cars behind.

"All right, Doctor, please help," he said, not expecting much but having no other choice in this dire situation.