CHAPTER 212

The inherent aura of a young lady from a well-to-do family. Such nobility was unattainable by others. She envied them, those born as winners. Even though she had a pretty face, she could only work as a hostess in a nightclub.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Miranda’s lips curved slightly as she asked, neither cold nor indifferent, “What are you here for?”

“Save me, the police are after me,” Linda said, still filled with fear. Terrified at the sound of police sirens, she knew only Miranda could save her.

“Ruby, step out first. I need to talk to her alone,” Miranda instructed her assistant.

“Okay,” the assistant replied and left the room. Now, it was just the two of them and a pile of dress samples. There was also a balcony nearby.

Linda sat on a chair by the balcony, with a coffee table beside her, holding a cup of warm tea to warm her hands, speaking anxiously, “I have nowhere to turn now. The police will definitely catch me. I don’t wan to go to jail. I don’t want…”

Miranda, however, remained calm, sipping her tea lightly. “What did you do?”

“I harmed someone,” Linda’s voice trembled, unable to shake off the guilt in her heart.

“I killed Nina’s uncle. I arranged for him to kidnap Nina, hoping she would die. But she survived. Her uncle refused to lay a hand on her. I wanted him to kill her, so her death wouldn’t be on my hands, but he wouldn’t listen to me. That’s a kidnapping charge, punishable by imprisonment. I can’t go to jail. I’m afraid he’ll confess and expose me. He’s seen my face. I’ve harmed Nina so many times. What if they expose me? I can’t let him do that. So, I tampered with the car. Bang, the car exploded. He died. With his death, there’s no evidence against me. But why did the police still come for me?”

Linda’s emotions were somewhat agitated, her speech wavering, completely immersed in fear.

Miranda now knew about her little scheme. Sure enough, she didn’t disappoint; Linda did manage to stir up some trouble for Nina. But her usefulness had reached its limit.

“You’ve done wicked deeds, and now

you expect me to save you? What nonsense are you talking? How could I possibly shelter you?” Miranda said innocently. “I didn’t expect you to be so malicious, causing someone’s death. You’re truly terrifying.”

Linda’s expression stiffened. She thought confiding in Miranda would provide her with an escape route. But it seemed she was mistaken. Miranda was now distancing herself from Linda.

Setting down her cup, Linda stood

up. “What are you saying? You call me malicious? Wasn’t it you who told me how terrible Nina was? You told me, and that’s why I went to harm her. It’s because of you that I hurt someone. I thought we had a common enemy, but you refuse to acknowledge it. It’s all because of you!”

Miranda smirked coldly. “Did I say that? Who knows? Even if I did, it doesn’t justify your heinous actions.”

She looked at Linda. “Perhaps you should just call the police.”

Linda’s face darkened. “Are you lying to me? I’m carrying Nash’s child in my belly. You said it’s his, and you would also like it. You’re lying to me! I’m carrying his child. How dare you treat me like this?”

At the mention of the child,

Miranda’s gaze turned even more venomous, staring fixedly at Linda’s belly. Her tone became icy as she said, “If another woman were to carry his child, then that child deserves to die even more!