Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 523

*Is it too late to take back our resignations?*

Of course it was. The sight of them was an irritation to Anastasia now.

She gave the order. "Someone please show Mr. Frost and his followers out!"

"This is company time. What are a bunch of outsiders doing lingering here?"

Logan immediately gestured with his hand, and a team of bodyguards moved in, efficiently and professionally "escorting" each person out.

Soon, the chaotic office was quiet again.

Anastasia turned to one of the remaining managers. "Mr. Lynn, please provide Sean with the list of resignations."

Mr. Lynn and the others finally snapped out of their stupor, looking at Anastasia with awe.

They couldn't believe it. Their young miss said she had a plan, and she really delivered, even managing to bring in someone like Sean Quinn.

After the initial shock, Mr. Lynn quickly arranged for the list to be sent to Sean.

"Alright, everyone, back to your posts," Anastasia announced. "Sean will be the acting general manager. If you have any questions, direct them to him. If it's something he can't decide, you can come to me."

The department heads nodded, a sense of stability returning to them. Even the anxious employees felt a wave of calm as they watched Anastasia issue orders with such composure.

Their new chairwoman looked young, but she had an undeniable presence. Standing there, she radiated an aura of confidence that was both reassuring and convincing.

Some had believed the rumors that Miss Anastasia was incompetent, a pale shadow compared to Lauren. Now, they were beginning to change their minds.

With her instructions given, Anastasia left the company without a second thought.

Her hubby had given her such a wonderful surprise. She had to go home and thank him properly.

Sean watched the young woman's retreating back and raised an eyebrow.

*Such a decisive and resolute character. No wonder Mr. Lancaster sees something special in her.*

*So this is our madam? She seems quite impressive.*

As Anastasia's figure disappeared into the elevator, Sean's gaze shifted. Suddenly, he remembered something, and his expression froze.

He had brought someone else with him on this trip to Fairhaven, someone who was probably already at Rosewood Manor by now…

***

At Rosewood Manor.

The moment Anastasia stepped inside, she heard a voice ring out from the living room.

"Uncle Harrison, you really got married? I don't believe it!"

"If you're married, what about Naomi?! She's waited for you for so many years!"

"You always said you weren't interested in women! Which vixen bewitched you? I'm going to tear her apart!"

Anastasia’s eyes narrowed. She paused, raising a hand to silence the maid who was about to greet her.

She looked toward the living room and saw Harrison sitting impassively on the sofa. In front of him, a pretty young girl with red-rimmed eyes stared at him with a mixture of hurt and indignation.

*Who is this?*

Anastasia glanced at Fiona, the head maid, with a questioning look.

Fiona leaned in, her expression worried. "She's a young lady from Riverton," she whispered. "I heard she's..."

Stella was used to being doted on by the Lancaster family and even received more leeway from Uncle Harrison than most. But his current expression sent a chill down her spine, and her face paled.

She breathed heavily, her eyes red. "I don't care, I won't accept her! Uncle Harrison, this is too much! How could you marry someone else? If you married someone else, what about Naomi?!"

With that, she turned and ran out.

Harrison's face was stern. He gently stroked Anastasia's head. "She's been spoiled by the family. Don't pay any attention to her tantrums. If it happens again, you have my permission to discipline her yourself."

He might have a soft spot for his niece, but she could never be more important than his Ana.

Anastasia, however, wasn't bothered by Stella’s hostility. She bit her lip and asked, "Who is this Naomi she was talking about?"

Harrison's hand paused.

Anastasia looked up at him, trying to suppress the jealousy and bitterness rising in her chest.

"She said this Naomi has waited for you for years. How come you've never mentioned her?"

Harrison met her gaze, his expression unchanging. "She's not important. There was no need to."

"Really? Not important?" she pressed, her voice heavy. "If she wasn't important, why would Stella be so adamant about her being your only 'aunt'?"

For the first time, Harrison looked slightly troubled.

Before he could answer, Anastasia lowered her head, her voice tinged with sadness. "If I hadn't come to Rosewood Manor… would you have married her eventually?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Harrison snapped, his dark brows furrowing. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Before you came, my grandmother sent three other women to this house. I didn't choose any of them, and I certainly didn't choose Naomi. Who told you I would marry her?"

His face was grim. "If you keep letting your imagination run wild, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson."