Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 567

Anastasia overheard a few of the comments, but she didn't so much as flinch. With steady, unhurried steps, she walked onto the stage.

Facing the sea of faces below, she remained composed, her presence commanding. "Good morning, everyone. I'm Anastasia Sterling, the Chairwoman of Unison Pharma, and today—"

"Wait!"

A furious shout erupted from the back of the room.

The audience, startled, turned in unison toward the source of the sound. The man who had yelled was standing near the back, without a seat. He wore a wrinkled white lab coat and his hair was unkempt, giving him the disheveled look of a downtrodden researcher from some forgotten lab.

His face was contorted with grief and indignation. As all eyes fixed on him, he raised a trembling hand and pointed directly at Anastasia on the stage.

"Anastasia Sterling!" he boomed. "You forcibly bought the new drug from my lab and passed it off as your own! That's despicable enough, but now you have the gall to present it at this conference! Have you no shame?!"

The accusation sent a shockwave through the hall.

"What did he say?!" someone demanded.

"Is he saying Anastasia's new drug isn't hers? That she stole it from him?!"

The single stone had created a tidal wave of outrage, and an uncontrollable commotion swept through the audience.

In an unnoticed corner, Lauren’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk. Her malicious gaze was fixed on Anastasia.

*This is my gift to you, Anastasia. I hope you like it.*

"I knew it! Develop a new drug in one week? Impossible! But stealing someone else's research? That sounds much more plausible!"

"Why would she do that?"

"Mr. Lancaster?" Logan asked, seeking instructions.

"Not yet," Harrison said. "Anastasia can handle this herself."

Though his words were calm, his tone was glacial. He then added to Logan, "Lock down the venue."

Anyone who dared to scheme against his Anastasia today would not be leaving so easily.

Logan immediately complied.

Beside them, Mr. Cooper was trembling, constantly wiping sweat from his brow. He tried to reassure himself that Mr. Lancaster was only after the fools who had targeted his wife. Surely, he wouldn't punish innocent bystanders like them.

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