From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 194

Hearing those words, Sarah’s anxiety melted away. She mustered the courage to approach Aiken for an autograph.

Just like Anthea had said, stars are just regular folks. Alken was incredibly approachable, not only signing an autograph but also taking a selfie with Sarah.

And of course, Sarah couldn’t resist showing off the moment on her social media.

Three hours later, the gala came to a close.

Anthea and Sarah stepped into the crisp night air, the chill barely touching them thanks to their temperature–regulated gowns. A single coat draped over their shoulders was all they needed to keep the cold at bay.

“Excuse me, are you Miss YC?” A pleasant male voice called from behind.

Anthea turned slightly, “And you are?”

The man stood about six feet tall, quite a looker with a face that could make a crowd of girls scream.

“I’m Henry, a fellow streamer at RealTimeFlow! You were amazing on stage. Could we exchange contacts, get to know each other a bit?” He finished, visibly nervous as he awaited Anthea’s response.

Seeing someone else initiate the conversation was new for him, all because Anthea was simply stunning.

Even though Anthea was the one being approached, it was Sarah who was visibly excited. Henry was a superstar influencer!

dashingly handsome, the other as picturesque as a painting, impossible

into the backseat of his car, caught sight of the pair and his hand, twisting a pen, paused mid–air. He instructed the driver, “Pull

Wasn’t that the young lady from

expression, could it be jealousy?

perennial bachelor Mr. Christensen showing such a side.

under the guise of scratching an

up in front of Anthea. The window rolled down to reveal a face

he was seeing things. Was this Mr.

Mr. Christensen.”

the car with gentlemanly grace and opened the door for Anthea and

decline. After bidding Henry farewell, she

worries, it’s on the way,” replied Sherman, his tone

was in the

on the

ride was silent, with hardly a word exchanged until they reached the hotel about half

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and exclaimed, “I was so nervous! Mr. Christensen is like a block of ice,

eyebrow, “Is he really that

nodded vigorously,