Chapter 88 – Highlight Chapter from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 88 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.
Anastasia lounged on the plush sofa set out for customers, her long legs elegantly crossed as she idly scrolled through her phone, paying absolutely no attention to the commotion around her.
“Anastasia!” Delia called.
Anastasia finally lifted her stunning, almost breathtaking face, her voice lazy and indifferent. “Yeah? Need something?”
“Come over here. It’s time to pay!”
“You pay for it. What’s it got to do with me?” Anastasia arched an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled.
Delia exchanged a glance with her friends, then suddenly shoved the armful of clothes they’d picked out onto the counter with a huff. “We’ve already cut off all the tags. We have to buy them now!”
Delia shot Anastasia a smug look.
Did Anastasia really think she didn’t know what she was up to? Delia had overheard everything from inside the fitting room—the conversation between Anastasia’s maid and the sales clerk.
Store policy: once the tags are gone, there are no returns or exchanges.
So Anastasia had tried to get her maid to tell the staff that she wouldn’t be paying for the clothes, leaving the girls to return them themselves? Nice try. But with all the tags snipped off, there was no way out—Anastasia would have to pay.
Watching Delia gloat, Anastasia couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
She leaned back, arms folded across her chest. “Seriously, Delia, are you out of your mind? You pick out the clothes, you pay for them. Are you really not getting this?”
Delia’s expression changed in an instant.
What was Anastasia playing at?
She didn’t have that kind of money! If Anastasia didn’t bail her out, what was she supposed to do about all these clothes?
The sales clerk looked from Anastasia to Delia—who had been acting so high and mighty just moments ago—before her smile faded a little and she addressed Delia. “Miss, will you be paying with cash or card?”
Delia’s face fell. “I didn’t bring any money. I just wanted you to cover it for me this time. I’ll pay you back later, okay?”
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