Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 133

A cold, murderous glint flickered in his eyes. “Just a hospital stay? Just nowhere to live? That’s all?” he said, his voice flat and dangerous.

“Logan!”

Logan stepped forward. “Mr. Harrison Lancaster?”

“Go,” Harrison ordered, his tone light as if he were merely discussing the weather. “The Sinclairs arrived in Fairhaven a certain way. Make sure they leave the exact same way—right now.”

At his words, Nora’s face drained of color.

“Anything that doesn’t belong to them—don’t let them take a single scrap. Not even a handkerchief,” Harrison added, his voice as casual as it was cruel.

“And another thing—” His eyes were cold as ice, his voice stripped of all warmth. “The Sinclair matriarch can’t even get out of bed, and Julian’s got a broken leg. Mrs. Sterling just confirmed it herself—you heard her. Go and see that it’s taken care of.”

Nora went sheet-white, nearly collapsing. “Mr. Lancaster—!”

This time Anastasia couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing, her delight utterly unconcealed.

Oh, this was perfect. Now Mrs. Sinclair and Julian really would be left crippled. They had only their precious daughter and sister to thank for that!

“Mary, show our guests out,” Harrison said, as if ending a tiresome meeting.

“Wait, Mr. Lancaster—” Gabriel scrambled to speak up, his voice sickly sweet with desperation. “You promised me—”

“Promised you what?” Harrison’s gaze was icy, his presence overwhelming. “You come here to harass my people and still expect favors from me?”

Gabriel gaped, speechless.

He wanted to say that Nora’s mistake had nothing to do with him, but before he could get a word out, someone had already dragged him out of Rosewood Manor and tossed him onto the front lawn.

Then, remembering the couple who’d just been thrown out, her eyes narrowed slightly with mischief. She pulled out her phone and shot Gabriel a quick message.

At the Sterling home, the moment Gabriel walked through the door, he slapped Nora hard across the face.

“What did I tell you before we came here? Did you just ignore everything I said? Who gave you the nerve to stir up trouble in front of Mr. Harrison Lancaster?”

Gabriel’s rage was volcanic. He conveniently forgot that he’d joined in when the others criticized Anastasia; now, all he could think about was the money that had slipped through his fingers because of Nora’s big mouth.

It was all her fault—her reckless words had infuriated Mr. Lancaster and ruined everything.

Nora reeled from the blow, her head ringing. She clutched her cheek, unable to recover for a long moment.

It was the first time Gabriel had ever struck her so viciously.