Chapter 87
Caius chimed in, “I’ve seen her a few times before. Her brothers spoil her endlessly. A former classmate told me that anyone who crosses Arabella at school doesn’t end up well.”
Hannah scoffed, “What a shameless person.”
As they spoke, Miranda reached her car. She smiled. “When someone can’t keep up the act, they show their true colors. There’s an old saying: if she’s trash, she’ll always end up stinking.”
Caius looked skeptical. “Is that really a saying? Or did you just make that up?”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Take a guess.”
Caius pressed his lips, awkwardly averting his gaze. Miranda just chuckled, getting into her car.
She knew Arabella’s type all too well – a master of putting on a facade, pretending to be something she was
not.
As long as everything went her way, she could keep up appearances. But now, every glance from Arabella was filled with hysteria, jealousy, and resentment towards her.
Once someone lost their composure, they’d turn brainless, and couldn’t keep up the charade. It was all in the genes. The Zade family had a knack for being shameless, obnoxious, and boorish.
Seeing Miranda about to leave, Caius hurried to say, “Drive safe! And thanks for everything this time.”
Hannah nodded enthusiastically.
Miranda slid on her sunglasses. “Didn’t you say you’re like a brother to me? No need to thank family.”
With that, she waved and drove off.
Hannah nudged Caius who seemed lost in thought as he watched Miranda’s car disappear. “Caius, you okay?”
Caius looked away. “She left so quickly, we barely talked.”
There was a note of wistfulness in his voice.
Hannah laughed. “It’s not like we won’t see her again. She’s part of the Lancaster family now. We can catch up anytime.”
Caius realized she was right.
Hannah sighed, “Mira’s amazing. Seeing Arabella and Theo put in their place was so satisfying!”
Caius echoed her sentiment, his eyes reflecting a hint of different emotion. “Yeah, she really is something else.” At the Hawke estate, Alistair was recounting the events at the shooting range to Dorian. Dorian almost thought
he was joking.
“She can shoot? And hit the bullseye every time?” Dorian frowned. “You’re kidding, right?”
Alistair replied, “You can check the club’s replay if you don’t believe me.”
Dorian fell silent. After a moment, he spoke again, “Where did she learn
