Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 112

“Aren’t you the one who said you wanted to take on a student?”

Mrs. Austin walked over, setting down a bowl of steaming soup, her tone gentle and warm.

“Why not give this young lady a try?”

Lately, Anastasia and Bruno had been in frequent contact, and Mrs. Austin had already gathered that the person on the other end was a young girl.

Bruno looked hesitant. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head.

He sighed. “Her talent amazes even me. She’s destined to go much further than I ever could. If I became her teacher, I’d probably just hold her back.”

Mrs. Austin couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Her husband was the head of the most prestigious family of medical practitioners in the country—a living legend whose reputation commanded respect from aristocrats and officials alike. For countless elites, becoming his student was a lifelong dream.

If even he claimed he’d only be an obstacle to the girl, then honestly, there probably wasn’t a single person in all of Veridia qualified to teach her.

Not long ago, Queena Sterling—the prodigy of Riverton—had come to ask him to be her mentor, and he’d turned her down. Yet now, he was giving Anastasia such high praise. Clearly, her talent was in a league of its own...

***

Rosewood Manor.

Early August. The sun was high and blazing outside, so Anastasia had dressed for the heat.

She wore a blush-pink sundress with delicate straps, baring her graceful shoulders and showing off her long, slender legs. The casual belt at her waist accentuated her slim figure.

She walked lightly toward Harrison’s study, her skirt swirling with each step, the soft waves of her hair bouncing behind her.

“Darling!”

Harrison swiveled his laptop, shifting the camera’s angle, and ignored the noisy protests coming from his friend through his headset. He glanced up.

The girl in his line of sight was radiant and full of energy.

“What is it?” His voice softened, almost despite himself.

“Lend me a few people, won’t you?” Anastasia leaned against the doorway, grinning.

“What for?”

“To collect a debt!”

Harrison managed to restrain himself; he only brushed a light kiss across her rosy lips.

“—Just remember to come back before I have my medicine.”

Anastasia: “...”

Her cheeks turned scarlet, almost glowing.

He’d never been this diligent about taking his meds before, but these days, he never missed a dose—though she was the one paying the price, both with her lips and her taste buds.

***

An hour later.

Elysian Estates.

Anastasia stepped out of the car, surrounded by eight impeccably trained, imposing bodyguards.

Her usually bright face now wore a look of icy resolve. Eyes narrowed, she strode forward without hesitation.

“Let’s go.”