Summary of Chapter 313 from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 313 marks a crucial moment in Arlene Zade’s Romance novel, Revenge is My Love Language. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
The competition was set in a spacious lecture hall equipped with state-of-the-art multimedia screens. When Anastasia arrived with Maggie and the others, they found the place already buzzing with people.
Thanks to the online forum’s hype, nearly everyone wanted to witness the showdown firsthand.
Maggie and Juliet immediately tensed up, crowding around Anastasia with encouragement. “You’ve got this, Anastasia! Don’t be nervous—we believe in you!”
“Yeah, we all do!” chimed in another.
Several classmates echoed their words, rallying behind her. Determined not to let Shirley’s group outshine them, Maggie had mobilized not only their class but even roped in students from the whole department. The turnout for Anastasia’s cheering section was impressive.
Truth be told, most of their classmates didn’t really know how talented Anastasia was. But seeing her so calm and collected, they put their faith in her without hesitation.
After all, Anastasia had scored in the top percentile on her college entrance exams; how could she possibly lose to Penelope?
Meanwhile, students from other classes watched Anastasia’s supporters—heads held high, brimming with confidence—and couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
“Do they actually think she can win? Where does that confidence even come from?”
“I mean, I don’t want to see her lose, but let’s be real—she doesn’t stand a chance. The more cocky they are now, the harder they’ll fall.”
Shirley’s entourage swept in, snickering. “Bringing a whole parade like they’re sure to win—aren’t they afraid of embarrassing themselves later?”
One of Shirley’s friends called out loudly, “Anastasia, do yourself a favor and just give up now. Don’t waste everyone’s time!”
“Yeah, what’s the point? You’re going to lose anyway. Why not just kneel down and bark for us right now?”
Anastasia lifted her gaze, her eyes cold and sharp. With just one look, the heckler fell silent, cowed by her presence.
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