Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 827

Harrison glanced at the woman, his eyes cold and impatient.

“Drive,” he told the driver.

The driver complied, and the car started moving, pulling away and brushing past the woman.

Startled, she stumbled back awkwardly, nearly falling before her assistant caught her.

Watching the car drive away, the woman's expression was beyond furious.

The assistant glanced at the time, whispering anxiously, “We’re running late. We need to find a car quickly…”

The woman shoved him away, snapping, “Can’t you even call a cab? Do you need me to tell you how to do that?!”

Then she added, “And find out who that man was. I want to know everything about him.”

As for Anastasia, she didn’t give her a second thought.

So what if he was married? She was just a naive little girl. How could she possibly compete?

The assistant hurried to make the call. The man’s car was clearly a sign of immense wealth and power, so their usual channels wouldn’t dig up anything. Fortunately, the actress had connections with their boss, so they could ask him for help.

A few moments later, the boss called back, his voice roaring through the phone. “Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Who do you think you are, investigating anyone you please? Is he someone you can afford to mess with?!”

“If you bring trouble to the company, don’t expect any mercy from me!”

The assistant, stunned by the boss’s tirade, quickly handed the phone to the actress.

She took it, and as her boss continued to speak, her face grew paler and paler. She finally hung up, her hands trembling.

“Who on earth is that man…?”

“Don’t ask!” the actress cut her off, her voice filled with regret.

“It’s the weekend tomorrow. Where would you like to go?” Harrison asked her.

Anastasia’s eyes lit up. “You don’t have work tomorrow?”

While most people had weekends off, Harrison’s work was endless. Even on weekends, he was usually busy, the only difference being whether he worked from his home office or his corporate one.

“No work. I’m all yours tomorrow,” he said, looking at her delighted expression with a tender gaze.

Dozens of ideas immediately flooded Anastasia's mind, but before she could decide, she remembered something. Her smile vanished, and her shoulders slumped.

“Oh, I think I have plans tomorrow…”

“What is it?”

“Marlon’s wife is sick, remember? I promised I’d bring some people over to see her tomorrow.”