Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 514

With a brief farewell, she quickly pulled him out of the room. The directors followed them out.

"Miss Sterling!" Mr. Lynn said, then gave Harrison a respectful glance. "And this is?"

Anastasia had noticed them sneaking glances at Harrison the entire time. She smiled, linking her arm affectionately through Harrison’s. "This is my husband, Harrison. I was planning a proper introduction, but I didn't expect you to meet so suddenly."

She then introduced them to Harrison. "This is Mr. Lynn, Ms. Evelyn… They worked with my mother and are now senior directors at Unison Pharma. They care about me a great deal."

Harrison had seen how fiercely they had defended her. His expression softened, and he gave them a rare, slight nod of acknowledgement.

Mr. Lynn had been impressed by Harrison’s commanding presence from the start, but when he heard the name "Harrison," he froze. To receive such a polite greeting from him left the director utterly star-struck. "Are you… *the* Mr. Harrison Lancaster?" he asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

"You know of me, Mr. Lynn?" Harrison replied.

Mr. Lynn nearly fainted. Who *didn't* know of Harrison Lancaster? He couldn't believe it. Their Miss Sterling hadn't just found a husband; she had found the most powerful man in the country.

He looked at Anastasia with newfound awe. "Everyone knows of your reputation, Mr. Lancaster! It's an honor…"

The other directors, finally processing the information, stared at Anastasia, their eyes screaming a single, collective thought: *Our Miss Sterling is a legend!*

Anastasia just smiled.

After a pleasant chat, the directors left, thrilled to have secured Harrison's contact information.

Anastasia leaned against Harrison's arm. "You were so patient with them, Hubby." He had stood in the hallway talking to them for quite a while, never showing a hint of impatience.

Her grandmother wasn't alone; Benson and Juliet were with her. The elderly woman’s eyes were red, as if she had been crying. The moment she saw Anastasia, her face filled with guilt and heartache.

"My dear Ana!" she cried, pulling Anastasia into a tight embrace. "Your grandmother was so foolish. I had no idea you were being bullied like this!"

She clearly knew what had happened at the hospital.

Before Anastasia could comfort her, her grandmother turned to Benson. "Benson, bring me the folder."

Benson gave Anastasia a brief, unreadable look before handing over a thick file. Her grandmother opened it to reveal documents detailing all of her personal assets: companies, shares, properties. She listed them one by one.

"Sign here," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "All of this, everything I own, is now yours."