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Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 162

Summary for Chapter 162: Revenge is My Love Language

Chapter Summary: Chapter 162 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade

In Chapter 162, a key moment in the Romance novel Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

She fell silent for a couple of seconds, swallowing the words she’d almost blurted out. In the end, she could only force herself to say, “Yes, sir. Is there something you need?”

Seeing her compliance, Harrison’s stern expression eased. He strode into the lobby with calm authority. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with Ms. Sterling.”

He’d only taken a few steps before noticing she was still sulking by the entrance. He stopped, turning back. “Aren’t you coming?”

Anastasia’s eyes lit up at the invitation. She hurried to catch up.

Just before stepping into the elevator, she spotted the two hotel managers she’d forgotten. She came to a stop. “Henry, you’ll be in charge of the hotel from now on. I’m entrusting everything to you.”

As for the previous manager, Mr. Louis—

She gave a cold, derisive laugh, pointing at him. “If you can’t even recognize the real owner of this hotel, then all my mother’s help over the years was wasted on you. Pack your things and get out.”

Tears streamed down Louis’s face as regret overwhelmed him. “Miss, please, just give me one more chance—!”

Anastasia ignored him, happily following her husband into the elevator.

As the doors began to close, she tossed out one last instruction: “Henry, make sure those students get a private dining room.”

She was clearly referring to the two awkward groups of classmates still standing in the lobby.

They weren’t bad people, really. She’d never had any major conflict with them—they’d just been duped by Penelope. It was only a meal. She could afford to be generous.

But her generosity was about her own sense of dignity, not an attempt to curry favor or seek reconciliation.

Make friends? Please—she had better things to do with her time.

Her attention belonged to her husband. No one else was worth it.

The elevator doors shut.

Back in the lobby, her classmates stood around, each looking more uncomfortable than the last.

“I guess Anastasia’s really not that bad…” someone muttered under their breath.

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