Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 63

Marion had managed to rejuvenate a nearly bankrupt entertainment company with Miranda's assets, and been investing under the company's name. Now, Miranda was not only a signed artist of the company but also the secret boss behind it all.

"They just want you as a guest appearance," Marion said with a chuckle. "They wouldn't dare mess with Miss Lancaster's status. They probably just want to ride on your popularity, since you're quite the internet sensation now. It's easy money. Just show up and you're good."

The general public might not know about Miranda's true identity, but those seasoned insiders in the entertainment world could definitely find out. So, when inviting Miranda, they were nothing but courteous.

Moreover, Lavinia's introduction of Miranda at that high-profile dinner was meant to pave the way for her, introducing her to the high society of the industry.

Many of these influential figures likely had stakes in the entertainment business. They would naturally win favor with the Lancaster family.

With the Lancaster family's attention on Miranda, pleasing her could mean strengthening ties with her influential family. Getting in good with the Lancasters was like adding icing on the cake for them.

Miranda slowly descended the stairs, chatting on the phone. "Just handle the arrangements." She hung up and made her way to the front door of the villa. Checking the time on her watch, she then drove off to Silver Pines.

Silver Pines was where Mr. Ashcroft resided now - a peaceful estate with a sprawling garden, quiet due to its sheer size. Perhaps someone had called ahead because Miranda drove straight in without a hitch.

She stepped out of her car and headed directly to the guest lounge. A servant quickly approached her. "Are you Ms. Hawk?"

Miranda nodded. "Yes. Where are they?"

The servant glanced at the clock on the wall. "You're here early. Mr. Ashcroft is exercising in the back garden. Please have a seat, and I'll let him know you're here."

Miranda glanced at the wall clock as well, taken aback. Wait, was she really that early? She checked her watch again and realized it had stopped.

Her eyes involuntarily took in the sight before her - a towering height of nearly six foot three, eight-pack abs, and muscles that practically screamed masculinity. Even the old scars on his body seemed to exude a rugged, masculine allure. In the presence of such a physique, even his striking, chiseled face seemed secondary.

But there was one thing that couldn't be ignored. Her gaze drifted downwards without any forewarning.

Oh my.

Was she allowed to see this for free?

"Have you seen enough?" Elian's voice carried a teasing edge.