“Hey, babe!” Anastasia hurried into the car, glancing at Harrison’s face first. He looked calm, not the least bit angry, which made her breathe a silent sigh of relief.
“When did you get here?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“Just now.” Harrison wrapped an arm around her waist, his tone unreadable.
His gaze cut through the window, fixing on Aaron outside.
At that moment, Aaron felt an icy chill run down his spine, his face going pale. The memory of his injured leg seemed to ache all over again.
What had Mr. Harrison Lancaster seen? What had he heard?
Anastasia noticed Harrison’s stare and tensed up. “Babe?”
Glancing at Aaron outside, she hurried to explain, “I was just coming out to find you when he jumped in front of me, talking all kinds of nonsense. But I’ve taken care of it—we’re not involved, I promise. Don’t be upset.”
Feeling how anxious she was, Harrison finally looked away and gently ruffled her hair. “I’m not upset. Let’s go.”
That last part was directed at the driver.
Seeing that he really wasn’t angry, Anastasia finally relaxed.
Meanwhile, at the campus gate, Aaron felt like he’d barely escaped death. Watching the car pull away at last, his legs nearly gave out—he almost collapsed on the spot.
Thank God—Mr. Harrison Lancaster didn’t seem to have heard anything incriminating. He was off the hook… for now.
He fled in panic, completely missing the figure standing in the shadows nearby—Penelope.
Penelope’s face was ashen, her nails digging painfully into her palm.
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