Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 705

Just as she was about to call him, someone called her name. “Anastasia…?”

The tone was hesitant and uncertain.

Anastasia turned to see a vaguely familiar girl. After a moment, she recognized her as one of Monica Scott’s followers.

“Can I help you?” she asked, puzzled.

They didn't know each other, did they? Why was this girl calling her?

The girl looked anxious and conflicted. After a few seconds of indecision, she seemed to make up her mind and said, “Are you friends with Gwen Garcia? She’s in a really bad situation right now. Could you please go check on her…?”

“What’s wrong with Gwen?” Anastasia’s expression hardened.

Three minutes later.

Gwen’s private room.

Anastasia shoved the door open to a scene of utter chaos—a cacophony of shrieks and howls in a room gone wild.

It was a large suite, packed with people, and Anastasia’s eyes immediately locked onto the figures at the center—Lennon Lancaster and Monica!

Reeking of alcohol, Lennon was sprawled arrogantly on the sofa while Monica snuggled daintily in his arms.

Across from them, a girl was being held down and forced to drink. Anastasia looked closer and saw with a jolt that it was Gwen!

Gwen was a complete mess. Two men had her trapped between them, ignoring her pleas and apologies as they grabbed her by the hair and poured liquor down her throat.

Leaning against Lennon, Monica not only failed to intervene but watched the scene unfold with a smile of pure enjoyment.

“No… I can’t drink anymore, please! Monica… cough! I… mmmph!”

“Anastasia?!” Lennon’s delighted voice suddenly cut Monica off.

Monica froze, looking at him in astonishment.

But he paid her no mind. All his attention was now focused entirely on Anastasia.

Even though she had humiliated him during their last encounter, he had completely forgotten it now. The simple reason was that Anastasia’s face was just too beautiful; every time he saw her, his heart skipped a beat.

Anastasia glanced at him, then at Monica, and let out a short, sharp laugh, making no effort to hide the scorn in her voice.

“So you’re Monica’s boyfriend?”

She had thought he was at least an illegitimate son with some standing. But this? This was it?

The son of a mistress, a “Mr. Lancaster” who wasn’t even a proper stepson?