Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 59

With a series of splashes, one after another, the lonely figure of Aaron in the pool was soon joined by several others.

Anastasia stood gracefully by Harrison’s side, her striking eyes calmly scanning the crowd to make sure no one had slipped away.

Suddenly, her gaze narrowed as she spotted Penelope, who was trying to hide behind someone else’s back.

Penelope might not have spoken ill of Harrison directly, but Anastasia had not forgotten those little jabs she’d made in front of Elder Mrs. Lancaster.

She shot a glance at Logan.

Logan paused mid-step.

The new mistress had been at Rosewood Manor for only a short while, and yet, somehow, there was a damned good understanding between them. Just a look from her, and he knew exactly what she wanted.

Without hesitation, Logan strode over and yanked Penelope out from her hiding spot.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Penelope shrieked. “Logan, you’ve got the wrong person! I’m Anastasia’s sister—ah!”

Before she could finish, there was another splash—Logan tossed her straight into the pool.

Logan’s expression didn’t even flicker. “Oops, sorry. My hand slipped.”

Anastasia grinned, giving him a silent thumbs up. She leaned over and whispered, “Sweetheart, don’t forget to give Logan a raise when we get back!”

Harrison’s lashes lowered, a shadow flickering across his eyes. “You seem to like him a lot.”

Anastasia answered without missing a beat. “Who wouldn’t like a reliable employee like that?”

Then, realizing the dangerous note in his voice, she blinked rapidly and quickly added, “But of course, no one compares to you! You’re the best.”

Harrison’s frown finally relaxed, just a little.

Anastasia let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Aaron’s mother, Debby, came rushing forward, her eyes brimming with tears as she watched her poor, miserable son, barely conscious in the water.

“Mr. Lancaster, Aaron can’t take much more! Please, let him out!” she pleaded.

Harrison’s tone was cool, almost bored. “Ana, do you agree to let him out?”

Anastasia gave a little huff and answered without hesitation. “Nope. He can stay right where he is.”

Debby’s eyes flashed with anger. “Anastasia! You—”

“Yes?” Anastasia’s smile was sharp, her tone icy. “If you keep talking to me like that, are you volunteering to join your son?”

Debby’s expression changed instantly. Only then did she remember things weren’t as they used to be—Anastasia was no longer the timid girl she could bully at will. She was now Mrs. Lancaster.

Who would have thought the woman she once dismissed as beneath her son would one day be the lady of Rosewood Manor, standing high above her?