"Wrap it up."
"What do you want for dinner tonight? My treat."
Miranda clapped her hands, in a good mood.
With Du Ruoxin's help, many things were sorted out, and she finished filming an hour early.
"Yay!" everyone cheered loudly, excitedly choosing a restaurant.
"Hey~" Miranda looked around. "Where's Sister Xin?"
Why couldn't she see her?
She looked everywhere.
Someone said they saw Du Ruoxin chatting with a man and a woman at the tea restaurant ahead.
Miranda walked over.
As soon as she entered, she heard Sister Xin talking about metaphysics, about bringing prosperity to a husband and wealth, and about a sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced person.
Miranda's gaze fell on Ivy.
Sister Xin had mentioned that Ivy was pestering Rong Jingyang and was the mistress in Sister Xin and Rong Jingyang's marriage. Not only did she try her best to disgust Sister Xin, but she also constantly caused trouble.
Heh.
Miranda sneered twice.
She hadn't even had time to find someone to beat Ivy into paralysis, and she had delivered herself to her doorstep?
Why wouldn't she torment her if she had the chance!
Rong Jingyang was scum, and it was Sister Xin's choice not to want him.
But when facing a mistress, one must never indulge them.
Mistresses should never have a good ending, otherwise, it would set a bad example for children, making them think that becoming a mistress could achieve financial freedom. Wouldn't every young girl dream of becoming a mistress to achieve a class leap?
What kind of society would that be?
For the progress of humanity, she had to eradicate this tumor!
"Yo," Miranda leaned forward excitedly, "You can tolerate being insulted like this?"
"Miss Ai, haven't you perhaps practiced the 'Turtle Shrinking Technique'?"
"You must be at the King level by now?"
Miranda picked up the teapot on the table and, without any warning, yanked Ivy's hair and poured the tea onto her face.
Ivy panicked, "Ah—"
"Pfft—"
The scalding hot water almost blistered her face. She screamed, "Let go—ah—"
Cough, cough, cough!
She choked on her throat!
Ivy tried to break free, but the woman's grip was too strong. No matter how she struggled, it was useless.
The hot water not only poured onto her face but also splashed all over her body.
To prevent Ivy from escaping, Miranda directly stepped on her and said fiercely, "Can you still tolerate this?"
Ivy shook her head desperately, resisting fiercely, "Let me go, let me go—"
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Watching Ivy struggle in pain and be bullied, she felt inexplicably relieved.
Miranda had always been the fiercest among their sisters, capable of knocking out someone's front teeth if they disagreed.
In the film and television industry, she was also known for her fiery temper.
"Clang!"
After pouring the water, Miranda raised the teapot and smashed it onto Ivy's head.
Ivy became dizzy and disoriented from the blow.
Miranda threw her to the ground and kicked her twice, "Bitch, just looking at you makes me angry."
"Do you know what the fate of mistresses is?"
Ivy scrambled to her feet, covering her face, and screamed uncontrollably, "You—"
"I'm calling the police!"
Yes, call the police!
Get this vicious woman arrested and send her to jail!
Ahhh!
Ivy shakily took out her phone, but before she could dial, Miranda snatched it away.
"Calling the police?" Miranda sneered, "Do you know who I am?"
"If you dare to call the police, I guarantee you won't leave New York alive."
"Slap—"
Miranda flicked her wrist and smashed the phone into pieces.
Ivy was stunned by the woman's ruffian aura.
She, she, she—
What's more, Miranda felt it wasn't enough. She moved closer, raised her hand, and slapped Ivy's face, making "slap, slap, slap" sounds.
She warned, "Wherever my Sister Xin is, you should never appear again."
"Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you."
"Also, you'd better pray that you haven't done anything you regret in the past twenty-odd years."
"Because from now on, I will dig up your ancestors for eighteen generations."
"To make you clearly understand what it means to be ruined, disgraced, and infamous!"