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..

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

with a decade of experience in the courier world, was no novice.

convinced that he had the chops to

the cab pulled up to

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there, who are you here to see?” Anthea was stopped by a receptionist as soon

warm smile, Anthea replied, “I’m Ms. Yeager, here to

This way, please.”

lead. Soon, they reached

knocked, “Boss, Ms. Yeager is

“Come in, please.”

door open and

company lately that it had cost him sleepless nights and turned his hair prematurely white. The express company had only

bleak, leaving them

that his visitor was a girl barely in her late teens. He

a slight smile, “No, I am

she

on, you’re pulling my leg! Or wait, 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.

laid it on Bart’s desk, “This is the amount wel agreed upon over the

blinked in surprise once more.

bouncing, you’re welcome