Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 118

Nora’s face darkened instantly.

She cursed Anastasia inwardly—this damn girl wasn’t as easy to fool as she used to be. At the same time, she was furious at her own mother’s stupidity.

She finally realized that when it came to trading words with Anastasia, she never stood a chance. No matter what she said, this brat always had a comeback ready to shut her down.

Swallowing her anger, she turned to the Sinclairs. “I’ve found you a place. Start packing your things, now!”

Julian complained, “How the hell are we supposed to pack, sis? That little snake Anastasia took everything worth a damn in this house. All we’re allowed to carry out is this pile of junk!”

He spat in Anastasia’s direction. “What, you marry some big-shot old geezer and now you think you’re queen of the world?”

He sneered, “Give it a few years. Once that old man kicks the bucket, we’ll see how high and mighty you are—”

Anastasia’s gaze went cold as ice. Courting death, are you?

“Teach him some manners,” she said, voice sharp.

Two bodyguards stepped forward without hesitation, yanked Julian up, and slapped him—hard, twice, echoing through the room.

“Aaah—!” Julian howled, caught off guard. Blood filled his mouth; a tooth went flying.

“Dad!”

“Honey!”

“My poor boy—!”

The Sinclairs shrieked in horror.

Nora’s expression changed in an instant. “Anastasia—! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What am I doing? Teaching him how to talk, of course.” Anastasia’s face was set like stone; her voice was pure frost.

Julian clutched his face, half-crying, “What did I say wrong? That old man—”

Anastasia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Go on.”

Smack!

“Agh!”

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