Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 707

The bravado he’d shown moments ago vanished, replaced by sheer terror. Faced with Harrison, his legs were too weak to even stand.

Harrison’s terrifying aura didn't just subdue Lennon; it silenced the entire room.

A dead quiet fell over the suite. The crowd Lennon had invited had no idea who Harrison was—they were from a world far below his—but they were still so frightened they barely dared to breathe.

“What do you want…?!” Lennon cried out, his voice a mix of bravado and fear as he tried to scramble backward.

But the moment he moved, Harrison’s foot descended upon his throat. The man’s posture was casual, yet the pressure was immense, as if he intended to crush his windpipe.

Lennon began to struggle in panic, gurgling sounds escaping his lips as his eyes widened in terror.

He felt as if he was a second away from dying under Harrison’s foot.

“Lennon, if you’re really looking for a death wish, I don’t mind granting it!”

Even as he did this, Harrison remained elegant and detached, as if he were handling not a human life, but a mere ant.

His chilling presence, like that of a grim reaper, struck fear into the hearts of everyone watching, making even breathing a daunting task.

The only one unaffected was Anastasia. A lovely smile graced her lips as she looked at the fearsome man before her. She wasn't scared at all; in fact, her eyes sparkled. She thought there was no man more handsome than her Hubby.

Still, as disgusting as Lennon was, it wasn't worth it for her Hubby to be charged with murder over such trash.

She stepped forward. “Hubby, let’s go!”

The moment he felt her arm around his, the pressure Harrison was about to apply to Lennon’s throat eased. The murderous chill in his eyes slowly receded.

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