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When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 149
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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE Mindy frowned. "Sure, we were out of line, but don't you think you're being a bit too harsh? After all, we are your clients here..." "If you have a problem with my attitude, then don't bother coming in Clients? Do you even deserve to be called that? "Do you have the money to back it up? If you can't afford it, what are you even doing here? My tis precious, and I'm not here for you to waste it!" "And how do you know we can't afford it?" Miranda shot back with a scowl. "You'd better watch your mouth." "Oh, so just because you say you can afford it, I'm supposed to believe you? I could say I'm a billionaire too-it doesn't cost a penny to talk big." Miranda scoffed, "Even If I could afford it, I wouldn't buy it from someone like you." 1.2 "Well, cback when you actually can afford it," Wendy sneered She was convinced that Miranda was just another pool girt pretending to be rich by talking big She'd seen plenty of her type before.

"Alright then," Miranda She scanned the area unther eyes settled on something She walked past Wendy and approached another staff member nearby "Excuse me, do you work here?"

Sophia Emerson, a young woman who looked like she was new to the job, was holding a tray when Miranda addressed her. She seemed a little startled but quickly nodded. "Yes, I do.... How can I help you?" "Could you show us the layouts for Lakeview Villa? "Well." Sophia hesitated. "It's our company policy to verify finances before showing the villas, so

"I understand "Miranda nodded, then pulled a black card from her winter jacket pocket and handed it to Sophia "Will this do?" Sophia's eyes widened, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Please, follow me..."

"Wait a minute!" Wendy, who had been ignored, suddenly interrupted. She strode over in her high heels and pointed at the black card on the tray. "How do you know it's not a fake?"