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With each word, she tore her apart, leaving her in the dust. Her face contorted into the ugliest expression imaginable, fueled by burning rage. Yet, reason urged her to remain calm. "You don't need to be happy either. Nash hasn't publicly acknowledged you as Mrs. York, and besides, he's more inclined to support me," Miranda snapped, grabbing a fruit knife. Handing it over to Nina, she said, "Nina, why don't you teach me how to chop vegetables now?"

Nina frowned, glanced at Miranda, but did not respond.

She called for Mary, "Miss Miranda, I have no patience. Mary, you have patience. You teach Miss Miranda."

Miranda's face turned icy.

Nina would even acknowledge her or give her lessons! Her expected plan crumbled, and she lost interest. She casually dropped the knife onto the cutting board. "Forget it, just remembered I've got something else to do. I'll swing by another day to learn."

Mary was puzzled, finding Miss Miranda's irregular approach to learning truly peculiar!

Miranda saw the clothes she had brought for Nash lying on the sofa. Nina was sitting there, engrossed in her phone. Miranda's eyes flashed with a plan.

Approaching Nina to retrieve the clothes, at the moment she grabbed them, she suddenly fell backward-

"Bang!"

She collided with the coffee table, scattering its contents everywhere.

Hoarsely, Miranda shouted, "Nina, this clothing is my apology. Since you don't want to teach me, why did you agree in front of Nash? And now, why are you pushing me away?"

Miranda's eyes were red. Nina could

not help but find it amusing. It had not been long since this pop star crossed over into the entertainment industry, yet her acting skills were already top-notch.

"Miranda, who did Nash hire to teach you acting?" Nina leaned forward, propping her hand on her knee.

She raised an eyebrow, a cold glint in her eyes. Of course, Miranda would not admit it.

"Nina, how could you say that? If you don't want to teach me, you let Mary teach me. And now, when I want to take the clothes, you push me away again Are you mocking me here?" Miranda's head hung low as she sobbed.

Whether Nash noticed or not, someone was coming over anyway.

Nina did not even want to look. "Miranda, there are security cameras in the villa."

"Mary, inform security to check the surveillance footage," Nash's voice was cold and devoid of warmth.

Miranda clenched her fists tightly.

She purposely walked up to Nina before she began to fall backward. Even if there were surveillance cameras, her positioning would block the view of the camera.

She continued to play the victim. "Since none of you believe me, let's watch the footage."

Miranda did not even get up from where she fell.

Nina leaned back. Though she was utterly repulsed by Miranda and did not want any contact with her, she did not move away. After all, she had not laid a hand on Miranda.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Nash stood not far from them, watching coldly. Seeing Miranda still making no move to get up, he smirked, "Mary, go help Miss Miranda up."