Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Darcy's remark made Dennis' face darken considerably.

He knew full well what it meant if those two men were indeed loyal to Miranda. If everything Darcy said was true, this young woman's cunning was practically terrifying.

But he, as the head of the family and the founder of the Hawke Group empire, saw something else: her ability to handle people, to remain invisible in such a tumultuous situation, and to achieve her goals nonetheless.

The fact that such depth and strategy belonged to a twenty-year-old girl was astounding.

If the younger generation of the Hawke family had such a prospective heir, he could practically jump for joy.

"Even though her father is in jail and has been disowned by the family, don't forget, she shares the Hawke blood," Darcy hinted, and Dennis understood perfectly.

The tradition of the Hawke Group allowed any blood relative to compete for the heirship. Within the Hawke family, there were only the leaders and other family members.

The family head would be among the leaders, but the leader would also be the future head. And the heir was the sole candidate for the leadership position.

In reality, these three roles would eventually converge into one person, with roles evolving over time. For example, Darcy was currently the present leader, and the previous one was Dennis, standing right there. Technically, Dennis was Darcy's uncle.

Dennis' eyes darkened. "But her father's branch no longer belongs to the Hawke family. This might stir discontent among other family members."

Darcy chuckled, his eyes gleaming with sharpness. "Discontent or not, we're just following the family rules."

Dennis pondered for a moment, and then raised his head to look at Darcy. "You're not even favoring your own son."

Darcy smiled faintly, saying, "If you were in my shoes, you'd do the same."

He paused, "He may have ambition, but whether he can secure the position isn't up to me. It's fair competition."

Dennis considered this and slowly nodded.

"You go ahead and handle it. I would like to meet this child anyway. Make sure to coordinate with the Lancaster Group. They're not your typical high society. In Ardenza, the Lancaster family is quite the esteemed name."

"I understand. However, from what I can tell, the child seems to only have personal ties with the Lancaster Group. Besides that, they don't have any business interests together. So, what she wants is what truly matters."

Darcy, being a sharp individual, could see to the core of things. Dennis nodded slightly, looking at the tablet displaying Miranda's photo and details. His shrewd eyes twinkled with a sharp insight.

Virell.

"Don't forget, it's Villa 19 at Sunset Estates, a 200-square-foot mansion with a small hill. Bought per your request. Do you have any idea how expensive land is in this area? It cost a fortune even in the outskirts!" Marion grumbled, his love for money evident.

Miranda, pulling her suitcase out of the airport, was waiting for a ride. "Why are you so worked up? It's not like I didn't pay you."

Marion lamented, "I feel for your money too! Isn't your money supposed to be mine as well?"

Miranda paused for a couple of seconds. "Bullshit. When did my money become your money? Didn't I pay you a salary?"

In fact, she had doubled Marion's salary.

Marion responded, "Alrighty."

Marion was now a shareholder in the company too, with Miranda giving him a twenty percent stake. She even let him run an investment company independently, as a sort of gift for him to play with.

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But Marion didn't seem keen on playing alone. "What if I lose it all? It'll be terrible

to bear it alone."

Good, dragging her into sharing the risk.

"Alright, enough. I'm waiting for my ride. Booked a ride-share," she uttered, preparing to hang up.

Marion mentioned, "Didn't you just buy a plane? The villa has a helipad."

Miranda replied, "Gotta be low-key."

Marion was left speechless. She had just hung up when Lavinia's call came through seamlessly.

"Sweetheart, I've bought you an apartment in the city. If you find the outskirts uncomfortable, you can stay there, okay?"

"Got it, thanks, Mom," she replied with a smile.

Ever since the Hawke family incident, Lavinia insisted Miranda call her "Mom" instead of "Godmom".

Miranda couldn't refuse, so she had to adjust. It wasn't the change that bothered her, but the word "Mom" felt a bit awkward.

"The plane must have landed by now, right? I told you there's a private car, and we have a family jet too. Why fly commercial? It's exhausting!"

"No worries, I'm treating it like a vacation."

"In a while, I have a meeting in Virell too, and I've already talked to the folks there.

If you need anything, just contact them."

Miranda smiled and gave an "okay", listening to a few more pieces of advice before ending the call. She exhaled, adjusting her hat.

Zephra wasn't that far from Virell; the flight took only two hours. It

wasn't like they wouldn't t

other for long. They frequently traveled across the country or overseas, yet they seemed concerned.

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Just after hanging up, a car horn honked nearby. She turned to see the license plate of the car she'd booked. Gazing closely, she found it was a Maserati.