Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 474

Harrison ran his fingers through her hair. “You didn’t tell him you were here for the photo shoot?”

“I did,” she replied, her tone tinged with exasperation. “But he said, ‘Do you really think someone like you could get an appointment with Mr. David, considering who he is?’”

She let her gaze drift over David and Lauren, her voice soft and pointed. “Mr. David made it clear—today, he’s only working for his friend, Ms. Brennan.”

The words hung in the air, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to plummet, so heavy and cold it was suffocating.

David’s face broke out in a nervous sweat. He blurted, “Mr. Lancaster, I—I had no idea this lady was—”

“I remember, I specifically invited you to photograph Ana and me.” Harrison’s voice was low and icy, slicing through David’s excuse.

He’d wanted to spare Ana any unnecessary waiting. The moment he got in touch, he arranged for David to come straight to Fairhaven. Logan handled everything—private jet, transport, the hotel. The arrangements left no room for misunderstanding—David was here for one thing only: a photo session with Harrison and Anastasia. No other clients. No double-booking.

And yet, David had tried to bump Ana off the schedule for Lauren’s sake?

Harrison’s cold, disdainful gaze swept over Lauren. Just a glance, and she felt a chill run down her spine. She’d been too eager to embarrass Anastasia—she never imagined Harrison himself would show up.

She scrambled to recover, her tone suddenly deferential. “Mr. Lancaster, I’m so sorry. But it’s not really David’s fault—since there was no official appointment, he just…”

“He’s here because my husband invited him, what kind of appointment does he need?” Anastasia cut in, giving a small, cool smile as she slipped her arm through Harrison’s. “Even if he didn’t recognize me, the moment I said I had an appointment, he should’ve double-checked, asked a few questions. But Mr. David—he didn’t even stop to think. Decided I wasn’t good enough and tried to send me down to the lower floors.”

David was practically wilting under the silent pressure radiating from Harrison. His legs shook; he could barely stand.

He’d only wanted to help Lauren—she’d made it clear she couldn’t stand Anastasia—but he never stopped to consider the bigger picture.

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