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Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 303

When the elevator doors slid open, Anastasia caught Shirley’s words just in time.

She arched a brow and glanced in the direction of the voice.

Spotting Shirley—radiating her usual overbearing aura—Anastasia’s lips pressed into a thin line. She scoffed coldly, not bothering to approach. Instead, she turned to Harrison and asked, “Is someone else using the restaurant tonight?”

If it were just the old glass-topped bistro, she wouldn’t have cared; Shirley could visit as many times as she wanted, and Anastasia wouldn’t give it a second thought. But now, that rooftop restaurant had been redesigned from scratch by her husband, just for her—a surprise created with her in mind. Letting someone else use it? What was the point of that?

Especially when that “someone” was Shirley—and Penelope.

The very thought made her skin crawl.

Harrison’s gaze swept coolly toward the commotion. He ruffled Anastasia’s hair affectionately. “No. That place belongs to you, and you alone.”

He’d bought out the entire restaurant just to surprise his wife. No way would he let anyone else set foot in it.

He’d made it clear to management long ago: from now on, the top floor was permanently closed to the public. Only Anastasia was allowed up there.

Hearing this, Anastasia’s mood instantly brightened. She pointed toward Shirley’s side of the room. “Since the whole place is ours, can I ban certain people from coming in?”

The casual way she said “ours” made Harrison’s expression soften with pleasure. He indulged her with a gentle, “Of course you can.”

He gave Logan, standing behind him, a slight nod. Logan pulled out his phone and made a quick call to the manager.

At the entrance, the manager was struggling to keep Shirley and her entourage at bay.

Shirley had wasted no time throwing her weight around, making it clear who she was. The manager, upon hearing she was from the influential West family of Riverton, honestly didn’t dare risk offending her.

Just as he was about to cave, Logan’s call came through.

“How dare you! Do you even know who I am?!” Shirley shrieked, her voice echoing with outrage. The manager ignored her completely, turning his back and leaving a squad of security guards to block the entrance.

Shirley was livid and utterly incredulous. In Riverton, she could do whatever she pleased. And now, in this little town of Fairhaven, someone actually dared treat her like this?

“Shirley, let it go. He’s just a lowly manager—not worth your time…” One of her cronies tried to soothe her.

“Exactly. It’s just some tacky restaurant. Who cares if we can’t go in?”

“If that manager doesn’t know who he’s dealing with, he deserves a lesson. You’re the West family’s heiress—a single phone call and he’ll be out on the street, begging for spare change!”

With all that flattery and reassurance, Shirley managed to rein in her temper—at least a little. But her face was still dark with fury as she whipped out her phone.

Getting someone fired was nowhere near enough. No, for daring to treat her like this, she’d make sure they regretted it—until they were on their knees, begging for her forgiveness.

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