Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 133

Thinking about that kid, Alex couldn't help but recall the chaos his crew stirred up a while back. A lone wolf cub, once separated from the pack leader, was bound to go wild, snapping at everything in sight.

"Get on the phone with people in Zephra," he added, "and give Mr. Ashcroft a call."

"Got it."

After a couple of days of well-deserved rest, Miranda checked her phone only to be bombarded by a flood of notifications.

With so many messages, she decided to ignore them, tossing her phone aside. It was the perfect time to get working on her next batch of goods for the black market.

But as she made her way downstairs, Crystal's voice rang out.

"I was weeding in the garden this morning and saw a really elegant lady. She didn't want to disturb you while you were sleeping, but she left a bunch of stuff."

Crystal, hands tucked into the pockets of her lab coat, nodded toward the living room. Miranda glanced over and, sure enough, it was another of Godmom's extravagant gestures. A pile of luxury items and a stack of snacks.

"That's my Godmom, the one I've told you about," Miranda said, stretching as she walked into the living room.

With Crystal's arrival, Miranda had let go of most of the house staff, keeping just one. Crystal had taken on the roles of overseeing the herbal plants and tending to the garden. Her compulsive tidiness meant they didn't need any other help, except for a cook.

Crystal nodded. "She didn't seem surprised to see me, just asked a few questions and said hello."

Miranda casually asked, "What did she ask?"

Crystal replied, "She asked how old I was, what my relationship with you was, and if I liked boys or girls."

Crystal continued slowly, "But as of now, no one has figured out the tech to harness that energy, so it's mostly speculation. Still, when something with that kind of hype shows up on the market, it can fetch a pretty penny at auctions."

Miranda’s lips curled upward. "Got it. Alright, carry on."

Crystal gave Miranda a peculiar glance; she mentioned before leaving, "I'm planning to draft a paper in a couple of days. You decide which journal to submit it to."

Miranda was at loss for words. Did she have to ride the tide of involution?

Snapping back to reality, she focused back on her bread, lost in thought.

From Crystal's explanation, it seemed this world had its own version of such a thing. If that was the case, then things might just be easier.