Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

The caregiver noticed Cathy's sudden uplift in mood and immediately reminded her to take it easy.

"Got it, I'll be careful," Cathy replied with a smile.

Who would have thought that after two years in a coma, she'd wake up to witness such a spectacle?

There was no sweeter revenge than watching one's enemies march straight into their own downfall. Seeing the Hawke family in their current state filled her with such glee, she almost wished she had fireworks to celebrate.

Although she had no idea why the Hawke family had ended up like this, they were a far cry from the clan she once knew. And she was absolutely thrilled.

"I never understood why Arabella was so against me just because I was close to Orion. It's not like I did anything. Orion was the one who pursued me first. But Arabella hated me for it." Cathy sneered, "Now I get it."

Her eyes were cold as ice. "Because Arabella is the kind of slutty woman who wants every guy to rotate around her like she's the sun."

She could still vividly remember what Arabella had spat at her the day she pushed her off the building.

"You think you deserve my brother's affection, you little tramp? You love throwing yourself at him? Let's see how you do it when you're dead!"

At that moment, Arabella seemed like a devil incarnate. She acted as if she didn't have to worry about the consequences of her actions.

And, truth be told, she didn't. Even after what she did, the Hawke family covered for her, even going as far as making another daughter take the blame.

Meanwhile, Wendy had caught wind of what had gone down at the auction. She wanted to tell Sunny, but the latter just stared out the window with a distant look. In the end, Wendy held her tongue. Miranda had told her that Sunny didn't need to do anything. Just having Dorian see Sunny was enough.

Wendy didn't quite get what Miranda meant at first. But when Dorian came to visit and saw Sunny in a fit, not recognizing him, fearing him, his face twisted in agony and regret.

That was when Wendy understood why Miranda orchestrated it this way.

Seeing Dorian's anguish, she could

barely suppress her laugher. And

once Dorian left, Sunny suddenty calmed down, revealing she had been aware all along.

She had done it on purpose.

"Wendy," Sunny suddenly called out.

Wendy snapped back to attention. "Yes?"

She moved closer to Sunny's side, "I'm here, what's it?"

Sunny spoke softly, "She said they would all get what's coming to them, right?"

Wendy smiled. "Absolutely, they're already starting to pay the price."

There was a fierce hatred in Sunny's eyes, though her voice was as light as a breeze.

"I want to watch each and every one of them plunge into hell."

Wendy held her hand as she replied solemnly, "You will."

At Zephra Shooting Range, Miranda clasped the handgun with both hands,noveldrama

aiming at the moving target, and a flurry of bullets followed.

Cheers and applause erupted, with folks gathering around just to watch, willing to let time and money-burn for the spectacle.

The club charged by the hour, and the idle time was definitely costly. But for the chance to see this sharpshooting beauty in action, they didn't mind.

Miranda's identity was no secret anymore. Everyone knew that this sharpshooting young woman was none other than Miranda from the Lancaster Group, the true heiress of the Hawke family, though these days, not many still mentioned the Hawke family.

Miranda lowered the gun, and the crowd erupted with whistles and cheers. The shooting range was filled with rough and tumble types, and even their compliments@ame with a rugged edge.