Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 183

Anastasia knew her all too well and saw right through her little scheme in a heartbeat.

With a cold, almost mocking smile, Anastasia fixed her with an icy stare. “Hard evidence, huh? By all means, Penelope—enlighten us. What evidence do you have?”

Penelope shot back, “Samuel gave Juliet a Valentine’s Day gift, and Sandra caught them red-handed. Isn’t that proof enough?!”

“And Samuel admitted it himself—the scarf he got was from Juliet!”

She turned her words into a weapon, her tone sharp and accusing. “Anastasia, I know you can’t stand Sandra, so you sent Juliet to go after her boyfriend on purpose. If you’re bold enough to do it, why not admit it? Why drag my name through the mud?”

No one played the victim like Penelope. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her lips trembled, and she looked like she might collapse from sheer injustice. Instantly, several of the guys around them glared at Anastasia and Juliet in open disapproval.

—True, both Anastasia and Juliet were attractive—Anastasia, in fact, was arguably the prettiest girl in the room—but many men have a soft spot for the delicate, wounded type. Next to Anastasia’s commanding presence, Penelope seemed all the more deserving of sympathy.

Juliet was fuming—Penelope, playing the innocent again! She was so angry she could barely get the words out. “Penelope! Y-You’re the one—”

Anastasia gently placed a hand on her cousin’s arm and stepped in front of her, shielding her from the crossfire.

Juliet was too gentle for this kind of confrontation—she was the sweet, well-behaved girl who always followed the rules. This was Anastasia’s battlefield.

Juliet was on the verge of exploding, but seeing Anastasia’s calm, unruffled composure immediately helped her regain her own. She obediently stood behind her cousin, shooting Penelope a furious glare.

—She adored Anastasia, almost to the point of blind faith.

With her cousin here, Penelope didn’t stand a chance. Hmph!

Penelope, seeing Anastasia’s unshakable confidence, felt a sudden pang of anxiety. She’d suffered too many defeats at Anastasia’s hands to ignore that feeling.

“Penelope, I have just a few questions for you,” Anastasia said coolly, folding her arms and looking Penelope straight in the eye. Her gaze alone seemed to press down on her.

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