Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

The image of Miranda leaving them battered and bruised was still fresh in their minds. They were wary of Miranda's skills, and for good reason.

Their injuries hadn't fully healed yet. Some of them were still sporting casts. The more severely injured were still bedridden, unable to get up.

"I've seen people looking for trouble, but you all have taken it to a whole new level," Miranda said coldly. "What's the deal? Do you really need to feel validated by picking a fight with me?"

She had no intention of dealing with them, but they insisted on making a scene. So, she decided not to hold back.

Hugo stepped forward, glaring callously at her. "How about a race? If you win, we'll leave you alone for good. But if we win, you owe us an apology and have to run ten laps around the track, shouting that you're a damn phony. How's that? Are you in?"

Carter objected, "Why should she agree to that just because you say so?" Miranda stopped him, looking at Hugo with a calm gaze. "The terms aren't fair." "What's not fair about them?" Hugo shot back coldly.

Miranda curled her lips upward, her eyes glinting with a hint of danger. "If I win, you all have to kneel and apologize, admitting you were wrong. And each of you must post on your social media: 'Miranda is my master, and I am her humble follower.' How about that?"

Carter couldn't help but chime in, "You are not going to make them call you 'Daddy' anymore?"

Miranda glanced at Carter.

"They're not worth it."

Though her conditions made the heirs' faces sour, they figured Miranda was just a

girl, and girls naturally had a disadvantage in racing.

Especially since Hugo was an expert racer. He'd even won awards in

competitions. So they weren't worried.

She had no idea of Hugo's prowess. This challenge was Hugo's idea, and backing down now wasn't an option for him.

"Fine! It's a deal!"

Miranda's lips were pressed into a cold line.

"Get me a car," she instructed.

The manager quickly called for someone in charge.

Carter piped up, "I want to..."

Miranda cut him off, "Stay put."

Carter wanted to protest. But for some reason, he found himself holding back.

Not that he didn't know how to race! But Miranda was already heading to the track, leaving him no room to argue.

He quickly called out to the manager, "Get me a car too! I want in!"

The manager glanced at the grid,

2th cars ready to go, andet

full

"Sorry, sir, the track's

Carter was taken aback.

Miranda didn't even bother with a

helmet or any gear; she just got the

Oth. Her boldness made t

into

They wanted to prove a point, not see anyone get killed. They didn't want Mirandanoveldrama

to come to harm on the track.

Hugo looked over at Miranda in the adjacent lane. "If you don't want to get killed, put on a helmet!"

Miranda casually stretched her neck, replying coolly, "Might as well worry about yourself."

Hugo uttered, deciding to let her be. "Suit yourself!"

As the countdown began, all engines roared to life.

In a flash, the cars launched forward like arrows from a bow! Some cars surged

ahead, quickly overtaking Miranda.

In the chaos of racing, Miranda

found

herself in a middling position.

But Hugo had surged to the

He was leading the pack!

front!

Hugo glanced in his rearview mirror, a smug smile playing on his lips. She was

going to lose for sure!