From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 219

The Peterson estate was nothing short of a royal palace. Every comer shimmered with splendor and luxury, a testament to their status as local royalty.

Guests, a veritable who’s who of high society from across the nation, mingled with ease and elegance among the opulent surroundings.

Rebecca scanned the room. And there he was, the man she loathed to her very core.

Dressed in a tailored suit that looked like it had been pressed just seconds before, Alex stood amidst a cluster of fawning admirers. Between his fingers, a lit cigarette added to his insouciant charm. His eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was savoring the act of overturning the natural order of things.

In the past, Rebecca couldn’t fathom why Alex always squinted. It was only later that she realized this was the way he looked at his playthings. Contempt, disdain, and revulsion lurked in the depths of his gaze…

The last image Rebecca had seen before her untimely demise was of Alex, eyes narrowed, corners of his lips upturned in a smirk, “Tsk, you’re a tough one, aren’t you? Still clinging to life even now!”

After those words, darkness embraced Rebecca forever.

“Ms. Morris,” a pleasant male voice broke through her reverie, and she looked up to find Alex approaching

her.

Alex took the initiative to greet her. In her previous life, she

foolishly believed that Alex loved her. Back then, her mind was filled with whimsical notions of marriage. Little did she

such thing as love at first sight in this

conceal the fear in her eyes, “this is my sister, Anthea

“I have no reason to

she wouldn’t be afraid of Alex. Yet, seeing him again, she couldn’t suppress the

bones.

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Anthea and offered his hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yeager.”

Anthea replied, taking his

servant approached Alex and whispered in his ear. Alex’s expression remained unchanged as he turned back to Anthea and Rebecca, “I apologize for any lack of hospitality at my home today

didn’t respond, her

“Please, Mr. Peterson,

turned and walked away. Moments later, he

matter, Mr. Peterson?” Anthea asked, setting down a

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