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Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 23
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Chapter 23 The scene was oddly fitting, even though it really shouldn't have been.

There he was, having shrugged off his jacket, now just in a black shirt.

Elian had this air about him, like he didn't take dressing too seriously. For instance, he never bothered with the button at the top of his shirt, and he wore his suit with an air of nonchalance.

He carried himself with the grace and poise of someone from a wealthy family, yet there was a sharp edge to his demeanor that didn't quite belong to the typical high-society heir.

But he hid that edge well. Even so, it still managed to seep through in subtle ways.

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From what Miranda had heard, Elian was notorious in their circles for his ruthless tactics, yet he rarely made an appearance in social gatherings.

His reputation had been cemented from a young age when he once sent someone who crossed him to the hospital, something everyone knew about due to his wild nature.

As he grew older, this side of him only intensified. If he was in a good mood, everything was fine, but if his mood soured, no one could hope to preserve dignity in front of him.

The entire elite circle held a certain fear of him. Behind his back, they called him the Ashcroft family's little tyrant. Even the folks from the Lancaster family would tread carefully around him.

But Miranda noticed that while Elian seemed rebellious, every move he made was calculated. He had a knack for keeping everything under his control.

"I've always had a question I'm curious about. Do you think you could helpout, Ms. Hawk?" Elian hadn't touched his cutlery, simply watching Miranda as she dug into her meal. His lips curled slightly. "Of course, Ms. Hawk, you can refuse to answer." Miranda took a bite. "Then I refuse to answer." Elian raised an eyebrow. "I've changed my mind." Miranda kept on eating.

"Well, too bad, it's late." Elian's face tensed for a moment, but then he broke into an inexplicable laugh. He propped his chin on one hand, content to watch Miranda eat her pizza.

"Then I won't ask," his voice carried a strange mix of indulgence and amusement. As if watching Miranda enjoy her meal was more entertaining than his question.

"You're the true heir of NeuraCore," suddenly, he said in a leisure manner.

Miranda looked up at him briefly, and then continued with her meal.

"Ms. Lancaster is quite fond of you. She's never married and has no children, being a staunch advocate of single life. So you needn't worry, she's claimed you as her daughter. You're the heiress of the Lancaster Group." His words seemed to assure Miranda that she needn't carry any burden within the Lancaster family.

Ms. Lancaster's choice was purely because she genuinely liked her. With no marriage or children of her own, no one would challenge her decision.

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"The Hawke family doesn't quite measure up in our circles. Compared to the Lancaster family, they're not even close." His words carried a deeper meaning. And Miranda realized that Elian probably already knew about her ties with the Hawke family.

Though she'd mentioned that Arabella wasn't the real heiress, not everyone took her word for it.

Clearly, Elian understood and was aware of her connection to the m Hawke family. He also knew about her grievance with them, which was why he said what he did. Miranda curled her lips up, looking at him. "Thanks for that." Though it was a fake smile, Miranda's natural beauty made it seem genuine. Since her soul's rebirth, she'd taken to self-care, and her entire being seemed to radiate.

Her cheeks puffed up with that fake grin, adding an adorable roundness to her face, like a dol in a shopwindow, and Elian felt an urge to reach out and pinch her cheeks. And having thought it, he did just that. His hand met the soft, tender skin of her face, and he was taken aback.

Who knew a girl's cheeks could be so pleasant to touch? As if handling a smooth delicate ego, he was careful not to apply too much pressure and risk damaging it.