Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Even before he showed up, Miranda had a hunch about who it was.

The moment he stood in front of her, she instinctively turned to flee. What if this guy decided to give Alistair another thrashing in broad daylight? That would be mortifying.

This was the office entrance, bustling with people. Getting caught in such a scene would be terrible for her image. She had to maintain her reputation in the entertainment industry, after all.

However, her attempt to escape was futile against his quick reflexes. Just as she turned, a firm grip halted her.

Elian looked puzzled. "Why are you running?"

Miranda replied, "I'm worried there'd be a mortifier."

Elian, known for his lack of regard for social norms, was unpredictable. He paused. "With me around, you won't get mortified."

She must feel shamed because of Alistair, he assumed. Miranda coughed lightly, clearly unconvinced by his confidence.

Holding Miranda securely, Elian turned his attention to Alistair, who seemed a bit out of sorts.

"He looks familiar. Haven't I kicked him before?"

"Probably," Miranda replied.

Elian frowned. "Those Hawke folks are no good. You shouldn't waste your breath on them."

He was well aware of the Hawke family's deeds and made no effort to hide his disdain for each of them. He worried that Miranda's dealings with them might lead to trouble, fearing she'd get hurt again.

Even though Miranda acted like she didn't care, Elian remained wary of the family. He had long considered dealing with them himself.

If it weren't for Miranda's preference to handle her own affairs, Alistair would probably be behind bars instead of standing here.

Despite his words, Elian noticed something was off about Alistair's demeanor. "What happened to him?"

When Elian arrived, he only caught Miranda hurling insults. Although harsh, he hadn't expected them to leave someone like Alistair so rattled.

Miranda looked indifferent. "Who knows? Maybe he finally realized what a jerk he is."

Alistair glanced up at Miranda, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes before he looked away.

Miranda's remarks made Elian suddenly understand that sometimes words could cut deeper than actions. No wonder Miranda preferred to wield her sharp tongue rather than her fists. Her words alone could deliver a devastating blow.

Finding Alistair a nuisance, Elian gestured for his bodyguards. They promptly whisked Alistair away, handling the tall man like he was nothing more than a rag doll.

"He really shouldn't still be around," Elian said with a frown. "The evidence is enough to put them away."

Miranda arched an eyebrow. "Since when did you become so merciful?"

Elian paused, momentarily caught off guard by her question. After a few seconds, he finally caught the implication. Gazing at the direction where Alistair left, he uttered in a

slightly deep voice, "It's not mercy. I just..."

He just couldn't wait.

"Just what?" Miranda pressed.

Elian's lips curled into a grin. "Nothing."

As he spoke, he turned to Miranda, standing alongside her. He was dressed in a

casual button-down shirt, yet his muscular frame was evident.noveldrama

Despite his affluent background, he carried none of the flashy decadence typical of wealthy heirs.

His smile held a hint of rebellious charm as his gaze settled on her.

"Wife."

Miranda responded, "Excuse me? I think you've got the wrong person."

Elian said, "Nope."

Miranda deadpanned, "Who's your wife?"

"You, obviously," Elian answered.

Miranda had no idea what crazy game Elian was playing. "If you need help, get it somewhere else. Don't be around me."

Elian pouted, "Okay. But aren't you a doctor?"

Miranda's gaze turned icy. Elian quickly explained, "I read online that calling someone you like 'wifey' repeatedly works. They said persistence pays off!"

Since confessing his feelings to Miranda, Elian had started to research how to win her over properly. Elian had never pursued anyone before, let alone been in a relationship.

Mr. Ashcroft had been giving him outdated advice - like watching movies, going

for hikes, or playing the hero - which was all rather cliché.

His long-quiet online group chat had received its first task in three years.

"How to win over the girl you like?"

The query caused quite a stir in the group. No one dared to pry or gossip, but everyone eagerly offered advice, thrilled by the rare opportunity. They treated it as an top-level mission, approaching it with seriousness and excitement.

However, being a group of gruff men, the suggestions were mostly useless. So Elian turned to the internet, which was more in tune with the younger crowd and their whims.

"How do you woo the girl you like? Just keep calling her 'wifey'! If once isn't enough, do it twice! Don't hold back! Keep at it until she accepts it! That's how I snagged my husband! Sure, it's usually easier for girls, but if you're outstanding, it works for guys too!"

Elian believed it. After all, he considered himself quite the catch.