Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 289

Now, for the first time, she felt such a bone-chilling cold from him. He seemed to have forgotten just how terrifying his icy aura could be.

He bent down—those long legs folding as he knelt—and began picking up the scattered groceries.

The old lady kept at it. "You, servant, what are you staring at? The master cleans while you just stand there? Vincent, slap her!"

Only then did Sherry notice the bodyguard standing behind them.

The man shifted, about to step forward. Sherry mentally calculated—she'd trained against big guys like this. Because the Hunts had targeted him on purpose. Her sparring partners were all massive, some foreign. She knew how to take him down.

Then Lucas' voice cut through, low and dangerous. "Enough."

The word sank deep, like a blade half-drawn from its sheath, barely restrained.

"Lucas, what do you mean? You're attacking your own grandma over a servant?"

"Heh." Lucas didn't answer. Just a mocking laugh. That one sound carried a thousand meanings.

The next second—

His grandmother, Irene Harrison, clutched her chest, face going white.

Victor Harrison steadied his wife, his expression severe. "You want to kill your grandma over a servant? You know she's got a bad heart."

"If it's so bad, why bring her here? Didn't I say it? I'm not on your side."

Irene gasped, hand on her chest. "Your parents were disobedient enough. You're the Harrison heir. You will follow Harrison rules!

"I'm no stubborn old relic. I brought Julia here so you two could connect. Once you spend time together, you'll like her."

"Why are you both staring at me?" Julia noticed Sherry and Lucas looking at her simultaneously.

That in sync?

No way—Sherry had learned from Lucas. They'd barely known each other long enough to be that coordinated.

"I'm just saying—I am staying here. Mrs. Harrison promised—if anything happens to me here, she'll back me up."

Julia practically preened. "So we have to spend time together. You have to do what your grandma says. You know about her heart."

Using the elderly to push people around—classic.

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