"Yeah, that's right!" Juliet recalled what had happened at dinner, sounding worried for her. With a sigh, she said, "They say it's over five hundred years old! Grandpa and Grandma were over the moon, praising her for being so thoughtful..."
"I went there today, but I wasn't allowed in," Anastasia interrupted her, her tone calm. "Still, I left plenty of gifts behind—including yours. Did you see them?"
"Gifts?" Juliet sounded confused. "No, I didn’t see anything! You were there? No one told me!"
Anastasia’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. "I see."
After hanging up, she immediately turned to Logan Lockwood. "Tomorrow, find out what happened to the gifts I left at the Brennans'."
Logan nodded without hesitation.
Early the next morning, Logan carried out her instructions and returned with the news. "The Brennans’ staff said they threw everything away."
Anastasia let out a laugh, though there was no warmth in her eyes. "Oh, really? Then I suppose we’ll have to ask them where exactly they threw them. I’ll be retrieving them myself today."
"Retrieve what?" Harrison Sterling’s deep voice called from the staircase, just as he came down.
He was dressed casually, sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong, tanned forearms. His gaze was intense—dangerous, yet irresistibly alluring.
Anastasia rushed over, wrapping her arms around his waist with practiced ease. She pressed her lips into a thin line and explained, "I went to the Brennans’ yesterday. I couldn’t get in, but I left the gifts behind. Their staff says they threw every last one away."
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