Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 542

As the end of the workday approached, she put her phone away and stood up. “Jonas is useless,” she said casually to Sean. “Let him go.”

Honestly, she was disappointed. She had kept Jonas around partly to deal with Chasel Dempsey, a supplier she’d long disliked, and partly to use him as a pawn against Lauren. But after two days, this was the best scheme he could come up with? Pathetic. Since he was no longer of any use, there was no reason to keep him.

She made her way down to the underground parking garage, ready to head home, when suddenly—

“Anastasia!”

A sharp voice cut through the quiet. She looked up to see Stella getting out of a car nearby, stalking toward her with a thunderous expression.

Anastasia paused with her hand on her car door, her face a mask of calm composure. She raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

Stella looked like she was spoiling for a fight, but her words were surprisingly different. “I know a great place. Want to come?”

The barely concealed scheme was written all over Stella’s face. A small smile played on Anastasia’s lips. “Sure.”

As it happened, she’d been meaning to probe Stella for information about the enemy camp anyway.

Seeing her agree so easily, seemingly without a shred of suspicion, Stella let out a quiet sigh of relief, a smug satisfaction blooming within her.

*God, she’s so stupid. How on earth did she bewitch Uncle Harrison?*

Anastasia waved her driver off, telling him to go home without her, and slid into Stella’s car. Watching the girl practically vibrating with ill-contained glee, she found herself genuinely curious as to where this little adventure was headed.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a lavish, brilliantly lit establishment.

Anastasia’s eye twitched. This was Fairhaven’s most infamous high-end male escort club.

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*Meanwhile, at Rosewood Manor.*

Harrison finished a video conference and came downstairs to find the living room empty. He frowned. “Ana isn’t back yet?”

“Not yet, Mr. Lancaster,” a staff member replied.

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*At the club.*

Stella had booked the most luxurious VIP suite and ordered several bottles of expensive liquor. She plopped down on the plush sofa, fixing Anastasia with a malicious glare.

“Drink all of this,” she challenged. “Do you dare?”

“If you drink it all, I’ll believe you truly love my Uncle Harrison and you’re not just after his money and power. I’ll even stop trying to break you up and give you my blessing.”

Anastasia stared at her.

Stella’s face might as well have had “I HAVE A DEVIOUS PLAN” tattooed across her forehead. Anastasia felt a complicated mix of amusement and insult. Was she really that stupid in Stella’s eyes? Couldn’t the girl have at least come up with a better trap?

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