Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

It all happened so fast that even if the manager wanted to call security, it would have been too late.

Two burly bodyguards lunged at Miranda. Carter was about to step in and help when he saw it happen. Just as the first bodyguard was about to grab Miranda's shoulder, her hand shot out, snatching his wrist with lightning speed.

A sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by the bodyguard's agonized scream, leaving everyone wide-eyed in disbelief.

While they were still processing what happened, the other bodyguard suddenly let out a cry of pain, collapsing to his knees, clutching his side as if in excruciating agony, completely unable to rise.

The bodyguard with the broken wrist wore a look of terror as he glanced at his fallen comrade, bewildered by how this woman managed to take them down so effortlessly.

He gritted his teeth, ready to attack Miranda again. But as he swung, Miranda deftly sidestepped, avoiding the blow.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed again, collapsing to the floor in pain, just like his partner.

Miranda looked down at the two writhing men with a calm, emotionless gaze. "Forgot to mention, coming at me has its costs."

Carter was utterly stunned. How on earth did Miranda do that?

"What did you do to them?!" Hugo demanded, both shocked and furious.

Celeste was equally taken aback. "They..."

Miranda replied, her voice cool, "Take a guess."

All she had done was strike a few pressure points, leaving them incapacitated and

in pain for a good halfhour. Hugo stared at her for a moment, sizing her up.

"Ms. Lancaster, even with the Lancaster family backing you, there are things

beyond their reach," he said, his words dripping with threat.

"This is Virell, not your playground to run wild," he kept on in a frigid tone. “Cause trouble here, and you'll face the consequences."

Hugo's brothers started gathering around too, curiosity etched on their faces as they shot appraising glances at Miranda, trying to figure out what exactly she had done.

"Virell, huh? Well, newsflash, Miranda's our friend too, and she's not alone."

A bold male voice rang out. A group of guys approached, positioning themselves beside Miranda. They were familiar faces to her-the same rich kids she'd met at the shooting range in Zephra. Over time, they'd become quite friendly, and she'd even given them some shooting pointers. Miranda was pleasantly surprised to see them standing up for her, a smile tugging at her lips. These boys had more backbone than she realized.

"Yeah, we know how Miranda is. It's ridiculous you're picking a fight with someone

as decent as her," one of the guys said coldly.

"If you want to mess with her, you'll have to get through me first!"

"Damn right!"

The boys formed a protective line in front of Miranda, creating a tense standoff.

Celeste watched in disbelief, her

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standed with mockery. "You're

standing up for her? What, did she charm you too? Miranda, you're full

of

rprises!"

Carter quickly moved to Miranda's side, keeping a close watch.

Ian Bartley squinted. "Defending this drama queen? You guys from Zephra have

an interesting crowd. What is it, are you declaring war over some girl?"

He paused for a beat, and then sneered, "Do you really think you're up to it?"

His words made the group of guys look equally serious. Celeste chimed in,

laughing, "Yeah, who do you think you are?"

Feeling like she had finally gained the upper hand, Celeste seemed quite pleased, looking at Miranda and her friends with contempt.

Miranda, who had been stepping outside, turned back into the range.

"Seems like the mongrels in Virell have a nasty bark."