Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 33

Miranda was never the kind of person to have much patience. She felt like she'd reached her limit just getting this far.

Dorian's handsome face turned frosty, warning, "Miranda, don't push it."

Miranda scoffed and stood up, tossing the half-full cup of coffee she was holding right into Dorian's face.

The coffee dripped down his now thoroughly unpleasant visage. Dorian's expression chilled even further, and he glared at Miranda with an icy intensity.

"I told you, my family is gone. I'm an orphan, got it? Stop trying to play relatives. And remember, you owe me, not the other way around. Since you wronged me, you should be ready to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. Not come here to flaunt your sins."

Dorian clenched his fists tight, clearly struggling to keep his composure.

"You and your family better keep your distance, or one day I might just tell the world about all the nasty things you've done."

"You have no proof," Dorian's frigid gaze pierced through her, as if his endurance had reached its limit. "Even if you spoke out, no one would believe you. Miranda, if we could handle that mess before, you should know that we can handle you too!"

Miranda tugged her lips. "Well then, you really are damned."

With that, Miranda turned on her heel and walked away.

Dorian's already sour expression darkened even further. He hadn't come here intending to have such a confrontation with Miranda.

Despite the lack of emotional connection, they were still siblings by blood. Even if they weren't close, he did acknowledge her as his sister.

But when compared to Bella, Miranda simply didn't measure up.

Two years ago, there was the incident that left them with a twinge of guilt. This time, Dorian had wanted to have a good talk with her.

As she was heading out, she unexpectedly saw three familiar figures.

It was her former foster parents and their son. They were just leaving a mall, carrying a box of sneakers worth a few hundred dollars.

The couple was doting on their son as they got into a taxi and drove off.

"Where'd they get that kind of money?"

Tim was a gambler and a drunk, while Luna was lazy, doing nothing but playing cards and borrowing money. Their son was a troublemaker, spoiled rotten and constantly causing problems.

They'd come to her for money before, so how could they suddenly afford such expensive shoes for him?