Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 54

Anastasia’s grip on her napkin tightened suddenly.

Around her, the group’s expressions shifted as Elder Mrs. Lancaster spoke; realization dawned in their eyes.

A derisive laugh broke out. “No wonder she got so worked up when we mentioned Mr. Lancaster earlier. Turns out her husband is just the same!”

“So this is Anastasia? I’ve heard about her husband—supposedly a man so worthless he doesn’t even dare show his face in public.”

“Tch, no wonder she flew off the handle like that!”

Fury flared within Anastasia. Without hesitation, she grabbed the nearest oversized flute of champagne and, with a swift flick of her wrist, doused the offending women with it.

“Aaah!”

They shrieked as champagne soaked through their dresses and their makeup streaked down their faces.

“Anastasia! How dare you—!”

Anastasia arched a cold smile, raising her chin, her beauty taking on a razor’s edge. “Why don’t you tell me again how I don’t dare? I think my actions are answer enough. Go on, keep talking. See if you think I won’t do it again.”

One of the women screeched, “How can you act so shamelessly in front of the Lady of the house? Do you realize where you are? This is the Lancaster estate!”

Predictably, Elder Mrs. Lancaster’s face darkened with fury. “No wonder you’re from such humble beginnings—you have no manners at all!”

Anastasia shot right back, her words sharp as glass. “And no wonder you act like you do. I suppose being a mistress first means you never actually learned the difference between right and wrong.”

The room froze. Everyone stared at Anastasia, stunned. No one could believe she’d have the guts to say that—even to Elder Mrs. Lancaster!

Didn’t she know what the Lancaster family represented? This was the house tied to Mr. Lancaster himself.

Everyone present had whispered about Mr. Lancaster behind closed doors, but when it came to his power and status, even the boldest among them held a healthy dose of fear.

Was Anastasia trying to get herself thrown out—or worse?

The Lady of the house was beside herself, her face turning an ugly shade of gray as her breath came in ragged bursts. She looked on the verge of fainting.

She jabbed a finger at Anastasia, shrieking, “Somebody! Get her out of here! Teach her a lesson—show her what it means to have some respect!”

Before her order could be carried out, a furious voice rang out from the entrance.

“What on earth is going on here?!”

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