Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 258

Even before he showed up, Miranda had a hunch about who it was.

The moment he stood in front of her, she instinctively turned to flee. What if this guy decided to give Alistair another thrashing in broad daylight? That would be mortifying.

This was the office entrance, bustling with people. Getting caught in such a scene would be terrible for her image. She had to maintain her reputation in the entertainment industry, after all.

However, her attempt to escape was futile against his quick reflexes. Just as she turned, a firm grip halted her.

Elian looked puzzled. "Why are you running?"

Miranda replied, "I'm worried there’d be a mortifier."

Elian, known for his lack of regard for social norms, was unpredictable. He paused. "With me around, you won't get mortified."

She must feel shamed because of Alistair, he assumed. Miranda coughed lightly, clearly unconvinced by his confidence.

Holding Miranda securely, Elian turned his attention to Alistair, who seemed a bit out of sorts.

"He looks familiar. Haven't I kicked him before?"

"Probably," Miranda replied.

Elian frowned. "Those Hawke folks are no good. You shouldn't waste your breath on them."

He was well aware of the Hawke family's deeds and made no effort to hide his disdain for each of them. He worried that Miranda's dealings with them might lead to trouble, fearing she'd get hurt again.

Even though Miranda acted like she didn't care, Elian remained wary of the family. He had long considered dealing with them himself.

If it weren't for Miranda's preference to handle her own affairs, Alistair would probably be behind bars instead of standing here.

Despite his words, Elian noticed something was off about Alistair's demeanor. "What happened to him?"

When Elian arrived, he only caught Miranda hurling insults. Although harsh, he hadn't expected them to leave someone like Alistair so rattled.

Miranda looked indifferent. "Who knows? Maybe he finally realized what a jerk he is."

Alistair glanced up at Miranda, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes before he looked away.

Miranda’s remarks made Elian suddenly understand that sometimes words could cut deeper than actions. No wonder Miranda preferred to wield her sharp tongue rather than her fists. Her words alone could deliver a devastating blow.

Finding Alistair a nuisance, Elian gestured for his bodyguards. They promptly whisked Alistair away, handling the tall man like he was nothing more than a rag doll.

"He really shouldn't still be around," Elian said with a frown. "The evidence is enough to put them away."

Miranda arched an eyebrow. "Since when did you become so merciful?"