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

just settling into the backseat of his car, caught sight of the pair and his

ahead. Wasn’t that the young lady

by Mr. Christensen’s expression, could it

Mr. Christensen

the guise of scratching

rolled down to reveal a face far too stern for the hour, “Ms. Yeager, it’s

was stunned, thinking he was seeing things. Was this

Mr.

stepped out of the car with gentlemanly grace and opened the door for Anthea

decline. After bidding Henry farewell, she and Sarah slid into the backseat. “Thank you, Mr. Christensen.”

on the way,” replied

If memory served him right, Anthea’s hotel was in the

on

until they reached the hotel about half an hour later.

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Sarah took a deep breath and exclaimed, “I was so nervous! Mr. Christensen is like a block of

an eyebrow, “Is he really

nodded vigorously,