Anastasia stared, speechless.
“Get out. Don’t make me say it a third time.”
Harrison’s icy voice cut straight through the car window.
For two tense seconds, silence stretched. Then, with a soft click, the car door opened.
Every nerve on edge, Anastasia inched the door open. Outside stood Harrison—tall, imposing, radiating a cold fury that made her skin prickle. She forced a brittle smile. “Honey, what a surprise seeing you here! Such a coincidence, ha ha…”
Storm clouds gathered on Harrison’s striking features. He barked, “Out. Now.”
Anastasia wanted to cry. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself like a condemned woman and slid out of the car.
She barely had both feet on the ground when a steel-strong hand clamped around her wrist. “Ah!” she yelped, stumbling straight into his chest. Her nose smarted from the impact with his hard torso.
“Ow… that hurts…”
Suddenly, his hand grasped her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.
“Hurt?” His voice was merciless. “You had the nerve to sneak off here and you’re complaining about a little pain?”
The anger on his face made her breath catch in her throat.
Realizing just how furious he was, Anastasia’s heart raced and her words faltered. She couldn’t even meet his gaze. “Honey, I…”
“Mr. Harrison Lancaster!!”
A desperate, ragged scream cut her off. Alice, disheveled and panic-stricken, broke free from the car and bolted toward them. Seeing Harrison, she looked as if she’d found her savior. She threw herself forward, shouting with every ounce of strength:
“Mr. Lancaster, please help me! I swear I didn’t betray you, I’m innocent—Ah!!”
Before Anastasia could even process what was happening, Alice went flying. Harrison had kicked her aside without the slightest hesitation—she crashed to the ground and didn’t get back up.
He threw Alice a cold, contemptuous glance, as if he were looking at something already dead. His voice was frigid. “Take her away.”
Then, still gripping Anastasia, he strode toward his car.
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