—Even the Brennans are siding with Lauren. If that’s the case, Anastasia must be the problem!
Realizing this, Anastasia let out a cold laugh.
“Ma’am, would you like to get out now?” Logan asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
Lauren had already stepped out of the car on the other side. But instead of heading in, she stood by the door, chatting with Benson, making it obvious she was waiting for Anastasia to get out as well.
Around them, there could easily be reporters lurking nearby—maybe even ones Lauren had tipped off—just waiting to catch Benson showing clear favoritism between the two women.
“Of course I’m getting out. Why wouldn’t I?” Anastasia replied, her tone casual, completely unbothered.
If she stayed in the car, Lauren would think she was scared of her. Not a chance.
Logan didn’t question her. He trusted her judgment implicitly and quickly got out to open her door.
Across the way, Lauren saw Anastasia finally step out and allowed herself a cool, satisfied smile.
She turned to Benson in the car. “Cousin, would you mind walking me in? I have a few friends who are huge fans of yours—they’d be thrilled to meet you.”
Benson was scrolling through his phone but, hearing her request, put it away. “Sure, let’s go—”
He reached for a mask, ready to follow Lauren out, but just then, he caught sight of Anastasia stepping onto the sidewalk.
He froze, his hand halfway to the door, brows knitting together. After a few seconds, he sat back down, shaking his head. “Maybe another time. I have things to do today, so I won’t be joining you.”
Lauren hadn’t expected him to refuse so suddenly. She faltered, unwilling to give up. “It’ll only take a few minutes, can’t you make an exception just this once?”
Benson glanced in Anastasia’s direction, distracted. He dug out a notepad, quickly scribbled his signature a few times, and tore off the pages.


Verify captcha to read the content
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge is My Love Language