Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

The phone rang again. Miranda pressed the ignore button, and promptly blocked the number. Aside from being a tad rude, they made her raise a feeling that nothing good would come from this call.

It seemed like the person on the other end was someone from the system - bureaucratic types were never a good omen in her world.

Right now, she had no time for any extra hassles. The best strategy? Keep trouble far, far away. "Miranda, everything okay?" her assistant asked quietly.

Miranda smiled. "It's nothing. Just keep driving."

Wendy nodded. "We're almost there. The director said filming starts as soon as you step out of the car. Do you want to freshen up your makeup or anything?"

Wendy had been an assistant for plenty of celebrities, so she was well-versed in the usual protocols. Once they passed the next block, there'd be cameras everywhere, capturing every move and word of the guests, all streamed live.

Some celebrities had their every step filmed right from the hotel. But Miranda, being the newcomer with some buzz but not the main focus of the show, had a little more leeway.

"No need," Miranda replied. "Let's just head in."

Marion had told her to just make an appearance, say a few words, and that would be enough.

Wendy, however, couldn't help but compliment her. "Seriously, Miranda, even without makeup, you look amazing. I've been in this industry for years, and I've never seen anyone like your skin. It looks like you're already wearing makeup."

Wendy was genuinely impressed. She'd seen plenty of pop idols, but none with Miranda's natural beauty. It was like she had a permanent Instagram filter.

Compared to Miranda, the other stars' candid shots didn't even come close.

Wendy flipped on the car's live stream channel. "Looks like they've already started streaming."

Miranda glanced at the screen.

Currently, Arabella was live-streaming from her luxury van.

Dressed to the nines in a

of high-end fashion, was

= 2 S-like ensemble, Arabella

made up from head to toe.

She was busy sending voice messages to her brothers, her tone sugary sweet.

"Hey, Alistair, I'm almost there, don't worry. I've got it. Rest assured, I

promise I won't say anything silly and cause you trouble! Oh, come on, Orion and Lysander are here too. If you don't trust me, at least trust your brothers!"

Arabella's expression was a mix of exasperation and affection, like a princess spoiled with love. Her interactions with her brothers had her fans on the live stream's comment section buzzing with excitement.

"What perfect siblings! They're far too cute!!"

"Bella is so adorable! The scene's so sweet!!"

"Please, bless me with four brothers like that!! I'll give up burgers for a month!"

"Bella is just too precious!"

"When can I live a life like Arabella's, it's like a real-life fairy tale."

"Such a drama queen, remember how she stole the spotlight last time?"

"Miranda, drop the freaking act."

"Miranda, drop the freaking act."

Copied and repeated endlessly.

Miranda's previous online spat with Arabella had become a meme among netizens, often used to spam the chat.

Miranda watched in silence. Who knew she'd make waves in such a way?

Wendy glanced at Miranda. No wonder the show invited Miranda; they were definitely looking to stir the pot.