From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 91

Oakley twisted his face. He couldn’t believe he once thought Anthea was attractive. Apart from her looks, it seemed she didn’t have a single redeeming quality.

To call Anthea a ‘poor rich girl‘ would be a compliment she didn’t deserve.

Her reputation at the Morris family was notorious for all the wrong reasons!

“I’ve heard the stories about the Morris family’s spoiled heiress, but I never imagined she was your cousin…” Oakley finally managed to say after a moment of disbelief.

Watching the shift of Oakley’s expressions, Stella continued, “Honestly, I was just as surprised! Poor Aunt Carole had such high hopes with Rebecca, who was not only top of her class but sharp as a whip, too. There was a light at the end of the tunnel with her. But Anthea? My mom’s worried sick about Aunt Carole. Raising a daughter like that is just a heartache.”

Stella heaved a heavy sigh, pretending to be worried about Carole.

Rebecca was a star, bound for an Ivy League future, destined to make something of herself.

But Anthea? She could hardly spell her name, let alone dream of university. Expecting her to amount to anything was like waiting for pigs to fly. Anthea’s future was as clear as day. Living her life as nothing more than an underachiever in some dingy basement apartment.

“Are you saying Rebecca is the real heiress of the Morris family?” Oakley asked. looking for

clarification.

Rebecca never fell behind. She’s nothing like Anthea who, despite being spoon–fed

Rebecca did

quickly said, “Oh, shoot me that screenshot of your friends list, will you? I need to post it

pulling out his smartphone to log into GlobalGigaNet and send the

screenshot to Stella.

soon as Stella posted it online, her social

resist commenting.

Is that the

the coattails of

just a lookalike account?”

a touch

bombarded with private messages too, everyone eager to get a piece

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through her.

mused, “Imagine if you

“That’s Phoenix YC we’re talking about. Not someone you just add willy–nilly. I’ve heard even Dr. Varn couldn’t swing an invite.”