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Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 243

“If I get hurt, that gives you the perfect excuse to deal with Alice. She’s so annoying.”

She never took Alice seriously, but she understood that the debt Mary’s husband owed the old woman for saving his life wasn’t so easily erased. If they got rid of the mother and daughter without cause, it would certainly tarnish his reputation.

But if she got injured—almost fell off the stage and ended up seriously hurt—that would change everything.

Of course, she didn’t think Alice and her mother were worth risking her own safety over. She simply trusted him enough to know nothing would really happen to her.

She explained her reasoning, but Harrison’s face only grew darker.

“…Babe?”

A vein pulsed at Harrison’s temple. He wanted nothing more than to haul her up and give her a proper scolding for still thinking she hadn’t done anything wrong.

He bit back his anger.

“Alice? She isn’t anyone. If you don’t like her, I’ll take care of her. What more reason do I need?”

He let go of her ankle, his tall, imposing figure looming at the bedside. “Or do you really think I care more about my reputation than your safety?”

Anastasia fell silent.

She realized he was truly angry this time, and without hesitation, she blurted, “Babe, I was wrong!”

Harrison’s expression remained hard as stone, unmoved by her apology.

Just then, a bodyguard announced from outside, “Mr. Harrison Lancaster, the president of Kingsbridge University is here!”

Standing at the bedside, Harrison towered above them. Neither university president dared sit either; Mr. Pierce was practically bent in half with nerves.

“I—I’m here to apologize, Mr. Lancaster!” Mr. Pierce stammered, mopping sweat from his brow and forcing a smile. “Today’s incident wasn’t handled properly on our end. I’m terribly sorry for any distress it caused you…”

Watching his trembling, obsequious display, Anastasia curled her lips in a mocking smile.

Now he’s afraid? Where was that bravado when he stripped me of my nomination? Back then, he was practically gloating.

She snorted and tugged on Harrison’s sleeve, ready to air her grievances. “Babe, this Mr. Pierce? He was oh-so-impressive before. My classmates worked hard to get me that nomination, but he just took it away—said I didn’t deserve it, that it should go to someone else. Oh, that’s right, to the illustrious, well-connected Ms. Alice!”

She puffed out her cheeks in frustration. “Otherwise, I would have been the one giving you flowers onstage today!”

Harrison had planned to ignore her, hoping she’d take the time to reflect. But when he looked down and met her pleading, slightly aggrieved gaze, he couldn’t bring himself to push her hand away.

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