Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 87

She was with five or six classmates, who exchanged quick glances and grinned. “Well, we won’t stand on ceremony, then.”

Anastasia gave a cold, amused smile, making no move to stop them, though her eyes hardened.

She remembered all too well how, in her previous life, she’d been nothing more than an ATM for the Sinclair family—especially Delia.

Delia had a habit of flaunting wealth in public with Anastasia’s money. This wasn’t the first time, either.

Every time, Delia would say, “Can you cover this, just for now?” Yet she’d never once paid her back.

It wasn’t that Anastasia failed to see Delia’s intentions; she knew perfectly well she was being taken for a fool. But, not wanting to put Nora in a difficult position, she’d always held her tongue.

But now? Ha!

“Ma’am…” Fiona’s voice was barely above a whisper, hesitant and worried.

Even she could see it—Delia was taking advantage of Anastasia!

“Don’t worry.” Anastasia raised a hand to halt whatever Fiona was about to say.

Her money wasn’t so easy to take this time.

With a calm turn, she strolled off to pick something out for Harrison.

Seeing Anastasia make no move to stop her, Delia relaxed, assuming she was still the same gullible pushover as before. Delia happily headed next door into the women’s boutique, ready to indulge herself.

Without a second thought, she pointed at the most eye-catching dress on display—a vivid purple number front and center. “That one,” she told the sales associate, “I want to try it on!”

The saleswoman smiled professionally. “Ah, that’s our signature piece—the pride of our boutique. It’s priced at eighty-eight thousand eight hundred. Most customers don’t even dare ask about it, but you have exquisite taste and real confidence!”

Delia basked in the flattery, not caring about the price tag at all.

Eighty-eight thousand? Anastasia could easily handle that!

Soon enough, Delia and her friends had all picked out their outfits and disappeared into the fitting rooms.

Meanwhile, Anastasia idly toyed with the jeweled cufflinks in her hand, glancing at the fitting room door before beckoning Fiona over.

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