Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Miranda stared at the message Elian had sent her, pausing for just a second.

She replied, [Sure thing.]

Elian shot back, [So, do I get a title now?]

Miranda's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment.

She typed, [Nope.]

Elian sent a picture of a drenched puppy emoji.

Miranda chuckled and decided it was time to check the black market for how her pharmaceuticals were doing.

A few moments later, Elian sent a photo.

Miranda opened it.

Whoa! It was a mirror selfie.

He had pulled up his shirt to reveal a set of chiseled abs, his pants dangerously low, teasing the V-lines.

The whole image was dripping with intensity and raw masculinity.

Her adrenaline spiked instantly!

The perfection of his physique, the ideal muscle tone, it was a work of art.

A little risqué, perhaps?

Miranda replied with a simple, [?]

As soon as she sent it, Elian retracted the photo.

Elian said, [Oops, sent that by mistake.]

Miranda responded, [?]

Elian added, [Just got out of the shower.]

Miranda had a feeling Elian was trying to flirt with her.

And she wasn't complaining.

She wasn't usually one for risqué stuff. But Elian's body? That she liked.

She had always admitted she liked Elian's physique.

Even if he were to drop dead, he'd be one perfect corpse.

Miranda teased, [How about a few more?]

After sending the message, she turned her attention back to the black market.

Her products sold out almost instantly every time they went up.

Someone was definitely stalking her listings, snatching them up in seconds.

They probably had some sort of bot set up.

But she didn't care.

Her job was to sell them. Who bought them wasn't her concern.

The users on the black market were encrypted and protected, so nobody knew who was buying.

Her latest batch had already sold out, the money safely transferred to her account.

The funds went directly to an international bank account before making their way to her local account.

And this latest batch? It brought in a few million dollars.

Once sold, her products went through the black market's secure shipping process to a designated location.

The buyer would then pick them up using a passphrase.

The layers of domestic and international transfers kept her identity thoroughly concealed.

She didn't even have to handle the

gistics

she simply placed the

goods in a predetermined spot, and

would be transported.

That's the beauty of black market logistics: no questions asked,

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nes.

Guns, ammunition, military gear-they could deliver anything.

Sometimes she wondered if the black market logistics were paying off every government to operate so

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She had just finished checking her cleared shelves when her phone buzzed.noveldrama

Elian had sent more pictures from different angles.

Impressive. But oh-so-forbidden.

Miranda hadn't expected him to actually send more. She was just teasing, after

all.

She swiped through them one by one.

These were way better than any magazine spread.

Amused, she replied, [Another mistake?]

Elian responded with a puppy emoji again.

Miranda asked, [Trying to seduce me?]

Elian replied, [No, I am not.]

A few seconds later.

Elian added, [Did it work?]

Miranda, without thinking of the consequences, replied, [It worked.]

Then there was radio silence from Elian.

Miranda knew Elian didn't have much time to chat, so she didn't mind when he went quiet.

Today, he was around to keep her company, but who knew when he might go off the grid again.

So she let him be.

But after she replied, and when there was no response for a while, she shrugged

it off and went to bed.

It wasn't until the next morning that she saw Elian's last messages.

[Pictures are boring.]

[Next time, in person?]

Miranda was sure now.

This guy was definitely trying to seduce her.