Chapter 413 – Highlight Chapter from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 413 is a standout chapter in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
“If you don’t believe me, you can test my ability. If I really let you down, you can turn me away then. But please, trust that I’m serious about this—I’d never use my mother’s reputation as a joke.”
The girl stood tall in front of the desk, her posture straight and unwavering. There was a distinct clarity and resolve in her eyes, an air of confidence that was almost palpable.
Despite the ridicule and skepticism swirling around her, she showed not a hint of embarrassment or doubt.
Mr. Jerome had been about to refuse, but seeing her like this, he faltered, his words catching in his throat for reasons he couldn’t quite name.
After all, she was Cecilia’s daughter. He decided to give her a chance. At worst, it would only waste a couple of hours.
When the test results came in, the girl would finally see where she stood and maybe give up on these impossible dreams.
With a sigh, he relented. “Alright. If you’re not afraid of embarrassing yourself, then I’ll give you a shot.”
The other teachers shook their heads. “Dean, are you really indulging her? The meeting starts in half an hour. There’s no need to waste time on this.”
Mr. Jerome waved them off, ignoring their protests. He pulled out a test packet and handed it to Anastasia. “This is last year’s entrance exam for the Global Harmony Medical Institute. Full score is a hundred; sixty is a pass. I’m not asking for miracles. Out of respect for your mother, if you can get even thirty points, I’ll write you a recommendation.”
Anastasia’s eyes lit up. “Deal!”
The other teachers shook their heads even harder. They’d secretly attempted the test themselves—none of them had scored higher than forty.
Anastasia was just a journalism student, barely familiar with medicine, and rumor had it her only claim was memorizing a single book on herbal remedies. Thirty points? She’d be lucky to get five. There weren’t even any multiple-choice questions.
They lost interest, gathered their papers, and left for the meeting.
Anastasia was unfazed. She accepted the test and a pen, sat down, skimmed the pages, and began writing immediately.
Seeing her start so quickly, Mr. Jerome frowned, disappointment welling up inside him.
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