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!

stood by the roadside, one dashingly handsome, the other as picturesque as a painting, impossible to overlook.

the pair and his hand,

driver glanced ahead. Wasn’t that the young lady from

by Mr. Christensen’s expression, could it

perennial bachelor Mr. Christensen showing such a side.

stifled a chuckle under the guise

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

stunned, thinking he was seeing things. Was this

Mr. Christensen.”

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

Anthea didn’t decline. After bidding Henry farewell, she and

the way,” replied Sherman, his tone

served him right, Anthea’s hotel was in the exact opposite direction to where Sherman lived. A full

being 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

an eyebrow, “Is he really that

vigorously,