Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

The Zades, feeling utterly furious, hired a locksmith. After proving their relation to Arabella, they had the locksmith force open the door.

Soon after, the household was filled with the sounds of heated arguments and things being thrown around.

It was around this time that Wendy called. "He was here," she said.

Miranda's lips curled upward. "Was he?"

"Yep, he left looking pretty defeated."

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Wendy replied, "Just like you predicted, Miranda. Though seeing him did cause her condition to flare up again."

Miranda reassured her, "It's alright. Just have her take the medication I left. She'll be fine. We just need to make sure she stays calm from now on."

Wendy addressed, "Got it."

After hanging up, Miranda glanced at the video she had just watched and then switched off her phone.

She then picked up the vial containing Mr. Ashcroft's serum sample. It wasn't just his; she'd added a bit of her own freshly extracted serum to it.

She observed as Mr. Ashcroft's serum slowly mixed with hers, becoming assimilated as a faint wisp of black smoke wafted up.

"Purified," she murmured, squinting slightly.

It seemed her blood could be used as a treatment. Her efforts to modify her body had not been in vain.

Miranda had been researching Mr. Ashcroft's illness for some time, and she was finally seeing results. A complete cure was within reach.

Using her own serum to purify his was a way to test the current state of her body. So far, she was quite pleased.

Two days later.

"What did you say to Dorian? Ever since he met with you, he's been a completely different person," Alistair demanded, confronting Miranda.

Miranda had just stepped out of the company building, only to be cornered by Alistair. She didn't visit the office often; she was just there for a rare inspection. She didn't` expect to run into such a hassle.

Miranda gave Alistair a once-over, frowning. "Dressed to the nines but not doing a

damn thing right."

Alistair flushed with exasperation at Miranda's rebuke but kept silent.

Miranda was puzzled. In the past, Alistair would have jumped at the chance to condescendingly criticize her. What had changed?

"I'm not trying to cause trouble. I just want to understand," Alistair said quietly. "Dorian has always managed the company, but lately, he's been so downcast. The company already had issues, and now they're getting worse."

Miranda sneered, "Then you should ask him, not me. Am I your dad or your mom?"

As she turned to leave, Alistair suddenly stepped forward to block her path.

"Miranda! I'm not just here about my brother."

Miranda paused, curious to hear what else he had to say.

In an unusual display of sincerity, Alistair looked at her with an apologetic expression. "I know words can't change anything now. But I still want to say I'm sorry."

To Miranda's surprise, he actually bowed his head slightly. His voice was low, tinged with regret as he continued, "I shouldn't have acted, the way did. I was out of my mind and made mistakes that hurt you, my own sister. Now implicated by her, I'm facing the consequences, with my reputation in shambles and people of the industry mocking me.

For the harm I've caused, I'm willing to spend the rest of my life making amends,

Miranda. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

His gaze was steady, lacking the arrogance and superiority of the past.