Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 425

The museum was divided into two parts: the outer gallery and the inner chamber. The outer gallery showcased some of the museum’s permanent collection—think old baseball cards, antique typewriters, and quirky Americana. But the inner chamber? That’s where they kept the truly priceless stuff. The stuff that could headline an episode of Antiques Roadshow or make it into the Smithsonian.

And for the grand unveiling? The inner chamber was strictly invite-only. Regular folks had to make do with the outer displays. Only a select group of VIPs—old-money families, blue-blooded aristocrats, high-ranking officials, and a handful of experts—were allowed in for the first look.

Miranda was one of those VIPs.

Most of the special guests had names that went back generations, or else were famous scholars or government types. Because of their status, they had a private showing, separate from the general public.

So when Miranda stepped out of her sleek black sedan—chauffeur at the wheel—she was immediately ushered inside by a staff member in a crisp navy blazer.

She walked into the inner chamber and, with one glance, recognized quite a few familiar faces. This wasn’t a crowd of young socialites; these were the real power players. The actual decision-makers. There were only a handful of young people scattered among them.

This meant Miranda’s arrival turned more than a few heads.

Even if some of the guests hadn’t met her in person, Miranda’s face was pretty well known. She’d been popping up in the news a lot lately, especially with her latest cameo on a hit TV drama. She was suddenly everywhere, her star rising fast.

Strangely enough, even after her meteoric rise, Miranda kept a low profile—no red carpet appearances, no talk shows, no endless Instagram updates. People joked that Ms. Lancaster was already being “memorialized” while still in her twenties.

Not long ago, her name had been all over the tabloids, rumors swirling about her connection with the Hawke family. It was like some serialized soap opera—stories about swapped-at-birth heiresses, truth and fiction blurring together.

And then, just like that, Miranda vanished from the public eye. Occasionally, someone would snap a photo of her with Virell, but those photos would mysteriously disappear from the web almost instantly.

It got so weird that even if someone kept a picture of Miranda on their phone, it would just… vanish.

So even if some guests hadn’t seen her in person, they all recognized her face. After all, she was Ms. Lancaster—the adopted daughter of the Lancaster clan. In the upper echelons of Virell society, everyone knew Miranda.

When the movers and shakers started coming over to greet her, the few young heirs in the room looked a little stunned. It hit them: while they were still out partying, Miranda had somehow managed to become their parents’ peer.

Ian Bartley was there too. He’d thought of going over to say hi, but his father beat him to it. At that moment, Ian realized just how big the gap was between Miranda and the rest of the so-called "second generation."

Even though Hugo Bartley was practically top-tier among the heirs—already running some successful ventures—he still couldn’t compare to Miranda. None of them really understood how she’d pulled it off. But their parents treated her with a respect they didn’t even show their own kids.

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