Chapter 322

As soon as Shirley spoke, her little entourage snapped to attention, showering her with flattery. “Shirley, you’re incredible! You’re absolutely right-if you have Mr. Harrison Lancaster on your side, what’s so scary about Anastasia’s backer? Honestly, she’s not even worthy to shine your shoes!”
A smug satisfaction lit up Shirley’s face, her mood instantly lifting.
Mentioning Mr. Harrison Lancaster naturally brought her engagement to mind.
Truth be told, given her family’s status, Aaron was hardly a suitable match. After all, Aaron’s father was nothing more than an illegitimate son. Follow current novels on.net
But Aaron did have one trump card no one else could match-he was Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s nephew!
And rumor had it that ever since Mr. Harrison Lancaster came to Fairhaven to recuperate, he’d taken a particular interest in Aaron’s family, especially Aaron himself. That was the real reason she agreed to the engagement.
If she could use Aaron to build a connection with Mr. Harrison Lancaster, what would the West family have to fear in the future?
In fact, the reason she’d made a point of transferring to Kingsbridge University in Fairhaven was to get closer to Mr. Harrison Lancaster. Her parents had made it clear: if she ever had the chance to win Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s favor…
Well, she’d swap fiancés without a second thought.
After all, how could someone like Aaron ever compare to Mr. Harrison Lancaster himself?
The thought made Shirley’s cheeks flush, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Catching sight of Helen, she pushed those thoughts aside and issued a crisp order. “Alright, spreading the word is your job now. I have something important to take care of.”
One of her followers, noticing the rare urgency in Shirley’s expression, couldn’t help but ask, “Shirley, where are you going?”
Normally, Shirley would have brushed her off, but this time she curled her lips into a smile. “I’m off to see Mr. Harrison Lancaster.”
“What? You’re going to see Mr. Harrison Lancaster?!” gasped her group.
“That’s right.” Shirley lifted her chin, checked the time, and added, “I really must go-I can’t keep Mr. Harrison Lancaster waiting!”
Basking in their envious gazes, Shirley, feeling both triumphant and full of hope, climbed into the car headed for Rosewood Manor.
The truth was, she’d wanted to visit that man at Rosewood Manor ever since she’d first arrived in Fairhaven. But the Lancaster family-and Aaron-had stopped her, saying Mr. Harrison Lancaster was too busy at the time. She’d had to stifle her impatience.
She’d tried twice more to test the waters, but Aaron had intercepted her each time, insisting Mr. Harrison Lancaster was out of the house.
But she was done waiting. She’d had someone keep an eye on Rosewood Manor, and the moment she heard Mr. Harrison Lancaster was finally home, she couldn’t wait a second longer.
Meanwhile, across town, Anastasia was also preparing to return to Rosewood Manor.
She’d planned to go back to her apartment, but just as she reached the university gates, she heard Harrison had gone home to Rosewood Manor on some urgent business.
After a moment’s thought, she realized it was about time for her to give Marcus his acupuncture treatment anyway, and she was eager to see her husband sooner rather than later. So she told the driver to head back to Rosewood Manor.
On the way, while waiting at a red light, she caught sight of a car up ahead that looked familiar. She thought she recognized the silhouette inside was that Shirley? But before she could get a better look, the light changed, the cars moved, and her view was blocked.
Anastasia shrugged it off and turned her attention back to the road.
Suddenly, something occurred to her. She leaned forward and said to the driver, “Let’s stop by the grocery store first.”
There was something she wanted to pick up. With a short detour, she figured her husband wouldn’t have time to head back to the apartment before she got home.
After her quick shopping trip, she got back in the car and arrived at Rosewood Manor about five or six minutes later than expected.
As they pulled up to the gates, Anastasia glanced out the window and caught sight of a car that looked strangely familiar-wasn’t that the same one she’d seen earlier?