Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 867

Nearby, Aubrey was fuming. Since when was he inferior to Gideon?!

But since Anastasia herself had agreed, he couldn't say much. He could only grumble to her that she had poor judgment.

Fine, he thought. If she didn't want to be his apprentice, so be it. As if he cared about competing with Gideon. It's not like he couldn't teach her just because she wasn't his official disciple.

Aubrey begrudgingly convinced himself.

Gideon walked over.

He wore a faint smile as he sized up Anastasia, his expression one of mild satisfaction.

Someone nearby chuckled. "It seems Mr. Reed is very pleased with his new disciple. In that case, Mr. Reed, why don't you kick things off today?"

Gideon didn't demur. He beckoned Anastasia to come forward and gestured for a waiter to bring the items needed for the induction ceremony—it was a highly formal affair, not just a simple change of title, with a series of complex rituals.

Just as everything was prepared and the ceremony was about to begin, a commotion erupted at the entrance.

The next moment, a grief-stricken voice cried out—

"Wait! Mr. Reed, you can't take on a quack who has no regard for human life as your disciple!"

Everyone gasped, their heads snapping toward the door.

Anastasia, recognizing the familiar voice, also turned to look.

But Queena wasn't buying it. She didn't see it as concern; she only saw him defending Anastasia.

Her expression turned cold, and she replied bluntly, "Thank you for the advice, Mr. Austin, but there's no need. I know what I'm doing."

"And you're mistaken about something else, Mr. Austin. I'm not here today out of some personal grudge, but for the sake of thousands of innocent patients. Someone like Anastasia must not be allowed to remain in the medical field!"

Hearing such sanctimonious words, Anastasia couldn't help but laugh. "Someone like me? I wonder what dirt you think you have on me, Ms. Sterling?"

Queena gave her a cold, triumphant smile. "You're so fearless because you think no one remembers what happened back then? A pity for you, you forgot one thing: the victim's family hasn't!"

As soon as she finished speaking, three people walked in through the door, another family unit. A well-dressed couple, and a frail, pale young woman holding her mother's arm.