Chapter 272
“Anastasia, was that big shot the one who just dropped you off?!”
“Yeah, yeah, was it him? I saw the photos on the forum-no one ordinary could afford that car! It’s gotta be the big boss, right?!”
Surrounded by a crowd of giddy classmates, all eager for gossip, Anastasia just smiled and dodged the question. “Class is about to start.”
“I’m not leaving today! I’m totally crashing your class!”
“And Anastasia, what’s going on between you and the big boss, anyway? That day when you got hurt, he looked so worried about you
The entire morning was a blur; Anastasia barely heard a word the professors said. She spent two periods trapped by nosy questions and curious stares.
It was exhausting. Anticipating that the crowd would only get worse after class, she slipped out early, not waiting for the bell.
Harrison had promised to pick her up, but since she’d ducked out ahead of schedule, she texted him not to bother and made her way back to the apartment alone.
Just as she reached the building, she nearly bumped into Thomas coming out.
Thomas’s eyes were red, his usually handsome face tense and drawn; whatever had happened inside clearly left its mark.
The moment he saw her, his expression turned icy, openly hostile.
“So you finally managed to get Alice kicked out. Happy now?!”
He practically spat the accusation at her.
Anastasia raised a brow, unfazed. “Alice brought this on herself. What does that have to do with me?”
“Don’t try to deny it! Don’t you think I know what Alice is like? She’s so sweet and innocent, no hidden agenda at all! If you hadn’t deliberately set her up, there’s no way she would’ve been thrown out!”
Sweet and innocent? Alice?
Anastasia almost rolled her eyes.
She could believe Alice was naïve-after all, the girl really wasn’t bright.
But sweet and innocent? Was Thomas blind?
No wonder Alice had nearly ruined his life.
“Are you sure you’re using your brain?” Anastasia shot back, voice sharp. “Honestly, I can’t believe someone with your IQ is supposed to be Harrison Lancaster’s right-hand man.”
Thomas’s face darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“Nothing,” she replied, lips curving in a cool smile. “Just telling the truth. But since you hold that position, let me give you some advice: don’t trust Alice.”
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Anastasia doubted the disaster from her previous life would happen again, but she’d warned Thomas just in case. She never expected the crisis to strike that very night.
It was after midnight. Fast asleep, Anastasia was suddenly jarred awake by movement beside her.
Harrison seemed to have taken a call-he slipped out of bed, careful to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake her. But she stirred anyway, her eyes blurry with sleep, just in time to see him grabbing his phone and heading for the door.
“Babe, where are you going?”
He turned back, kissed her gently, and soothed, “Just a situation at work. Go back to sleep, okay?”
His phone rang again mid-sentence.
He answered, and Anastasia barely caught a few words: medical records, negotiation.
Her drowsiness vanished in an instant.
In her past life, someone had gotten their hands on Harrison’s medical records
and tried to blackmail him—an elaborate trap, all orchestrated by Alice.
Was it happening again?
Seeing him about to leave, she grabbed his sleeve in a panic. “Wait-Harrison!”