From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 141

Give me a second to check that for you,” the teller said as she peered at the balance on her screen. With a pleasant tone, she added, “Excluding the funds on hold from checks, your current checking account balance stands at $12.68 million.”

“Just sklim off the change and put it into that investment opportunity you mentioned,” Anthea said with an airy lilt in her voice.

Change? How much change could there be?

The teller glanced at the balance again. The change was a cool $680,000.

“Would you like to invest this $680,000?” the teller inquired, barely concealing her astonishment.

Anthea arched an eyebrow slightly, “Didn’t you say my account holds $12.68 million? Use the $2.68 million to invest.”

To Anthea, it seemed as if $2 million was no different from spare pocket change.

Holy cow!

To the wealthy, $2 million was indeed just a rounding error.

“Absolutely! I’ll get that sorted for you right away!” The teller was inwardly doing cartwheels of joy.

After months on the job, she had finally hit the jackpot with this young heiress! A $2 million investment would net her a commission of at least $20,000!

Stepping out of the bank, Anthea hailed a cab and headed towards QuickSend Parcels where Nanson was currently employed

Acquiring this company wasn’t a spur–of–the–moment decision for Anthea..

already done her homework on QuickSend Parcels a week earlier. The company was a rising star in recent years, but due to the founder’s overseas investments going south, they were strapped for cash. The delivery service was struggling, teetering on the brink of collapse. They had been entertaining the idea of a sale for the past

a lack of industry expertise in potential buyers, the sale had been dragging on.

of experience in the

he had the chops to turn the

up to

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stopped by a receptionist as soon as she walked

Ms. Yeager,

This way, please.”

followed the receptionist’s lead. Soon, they reached

“Boss, Ms. Yeager is

“Come in, please.”

the door open and

cost him sleepless nights and turned his hair prematurely white. The express company had only been up and running for a year. While it

the business had been bleak, leaving

was a girl barely in her

smile, “No,

Was she Anthea?

are you Ms. Yeager’s daughter? Where’s your mother?” His company might be on the decline, but the asking price for a sale was still a hefty sum. Could

from her purse and laid it on Bart’s desk, “This is the amount wel agreed upon over the phone.

in surprise once more.

continued, “If you’re worried about the check bouncing,