Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 296

“Oh?” Anastasia arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Tell me more—what’s the story with this new transfer student?”

Ten minutes later, she’d finally gotten the whole picture.

The transfer from Riverton was named Shirley West, and she came from one of those old-money dynasties—the kind of genuine socialite you only read about in magazines.

Nobody knew why she’d left the comfort of Riverton for their little corner of the world, or how Penelope had managed to befriend her. But one thing was clear: the two of them were inseparable now, and word was they were getting along famously.

“So that’s what’s going on.” Anastasia’s face remained unreadable as she finished listening.

Maggie and Sandra, on the other hand, looked worried. “You and Penelope… after everything that happened, and now she’s found herself a new ally? She’s strutting back into Kingsbridge like she owns the place, and honestly, it looks like she’s out for trouble. What if she starts coming after you?”

Sure, Anastasia’s boyfriend had a bit of a reputation, but Shirley was from Riverton. The old-money families in Fairhaven were nothing compared to Riverton’s upper crust.

Seeing the anxiety in their eyes, Anastasia felt both touched and amused. Harrison’s background wasn’t something she could just come out and explain, so all she could do was reassure them: “Relax. If she tries anything, she’ll probably be the one begging for mercy by the end of it.”

She didn’t give the whole situation much thought. What she didn’t expect was just how impatient Penelope would be.

That afternoon, Anastasia went to the newly opened campus cafeteria with Maggie, Sandra, and her cousin Juliet. They were excited to try the place out—rumor had it the food was actually good.

The place was packed, and as they were about to join the line, Juliet grabbed her arm and whispered, “Anastasia—look, it’s Penelope!”

Following Juliet’s gaze, Anastasia spotted them immediately. Not far away, a group was making an entrance, loud and proud. At the front was a girl dressed in designer clothes, radiating entitlement—Shirley, no doubt.

And right beside her was Penelope.

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