NovelStartChapter 353 It didn't take long for the fans to piece together that Celeste was talking about Miranda. After all, Miranda and Celeste had a history of disagreements, and Celeste had once misunderstood Miranda, stirring up quite the storm online. That storm had led to Celeste's downfall, her carefully crafted persona crumbling to pieces.
So everyone assumed she was pointing fingers at Miranda. It wasn't long before "Miranda stirring trouble with Celeste's friends" was trending, and fans were demanding an explanation from Miranda.
Though Miranda wasn't short on fans herself, so Celeste's crowd couldn't make too much noise. Just as Miranda was stepping out, her phone rang. It was Marion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why is this Celeste always targeting you? She's stirring up again." Miranda scanned her surroundings as she stood by her front door. In the span of just a few days, her neighborhood had becpopulated with a curious assortment of characters. There were street vendors, sselling cheap souvenirs and even a guy attempting to cook crepes.
Jo had warned her that these new faces had appeared gradually over the past few days, and they were all pretty terrible at their jobs. Even the crepes the guy cooked were just distasteful. Their objection was suspicious, and Jo inquired if they should call the cops.
"Why are you askingabout someone else's tantrum?" Miranda replied. "Is she losing it online again?" Marion acknowledged with a simple "yeah". "I can't touch her, otherwise I'd have her blacklisted already. She's got quite the connections. But we can manage the public outcry. Her reputation was already shaky. Though, her backers might step in to keep the negative press at bay." Miranda approached the crepe stand. "Handle it as you see fit. Don't worry about me." Marion responded, "Sure, but seriously, what did you do to her this time?" Miranda thought for a moment. "Could be because I decked her once?" Marion was left speechless. "You're a real piece of work." Miranda smirked. "Everything's smooth over at Zephra, right?" The crepe vendor's hands were trembling now, not daring to meet Miranda's gaze.
Marion uttered, "Pretty good, NeuraCore is running smoothly. But a heads-up from Charles, the authorities on both sides of the law are looking for you, be careful. Especially Logan from the Victor family out west, who's put a hundred million bounty on your head." Marion's voice dropped to a whisper. "Keep a low profile for a while, don't go overseas." Miranda glanced at the vendor. "Got it." After wrapping up the call with Marion, she frowned. "You guys are really getting bold, huh?" She pointed at the mess of the crepes. "Such a lousy skill, did you even train for this? You are not afraid you might get exposed?" The vendor's face shifted, a tad embarrassed. "I'm new at this, and seeing you madenervous." Ah, an old acquaintance. He used to ет be part of the team watching over Miranda back when she was in Zephra, and she'd tangled with him before as he was mistaken as an assassin. He still remembered the silver needle that had left him swollen for days.
Miranda surveyed the area. "And the rest?" He spoke softly. "We're all here on assignment. Word is out about the bounty on you. Our orders are to protect you at all costs." Miranda snagged a sausage from the ingredients spread out on the crepe stand and started munching on it. "And did you see any strangers around? This setup doesn't scream 'something's up'?" Miranda frowned. Setting up stalls adjacent to her place, it was like they were begging to be noticed.
He chuckled sheepishly. "It is what it is, orders are orders. Plus, it's convenient, right? No need to order takeout." Miranda was at loss for words. Honestly, without them, her place would be much more discreet. After all, even satellite was unable to track it down.
"Oh, and our boss wants to know when you're free to chat." Miranda took a bite of the sausage. "I'm busy today, maybe tomorrow." She had plans to hit the shooting range with Hugo and the group. Initially, she didn't want to, but they bombarded her with messages, practically begging. They weret ne persistent, like a bunch of pesky kids, so she finally relented.
"Got it!" The vendor quickly relayed the message to his superior.
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At Virell Shooting Range, Hugo and his friends watched with trepidation as a man approached with a menacing air. His black combat net'
boots echoed with authority. Without warning, he grabbed Hugo by then collar and landed a punch. " queen, huh?" Another punch followed. "Slut?" "Mr. Ashcroft, we're sorry, really sorry!" "Dare to badmouth her, huh?" A swift kick accompanied his words.
The group could do nothing but endure the beating, pleading form mercy amidst the chaos.
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