From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 223

Bryce grudgingly bit the bullet, his wounded pride forcing him to swallow the pain.

The humiliation was already unbearable, and the thought of people finding out that he, a grown man, had been taken down by a slip of a girl was too much to stomach. Where could he possibly hide his face?

Gritting his teeth against the agony, Bryce picked himself up and hastily retreated from the party.

From the corner of the room, Anthea watched his retreating back, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery, “Careful, Mr. Harper. We wouldn’t want you to take another spill!”

Alex, having witnessed the entire debacle from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes, which glinted with a dark intensity. After a moment, he approached Anthea, “Ms. Yeager.”

“You’re looking for me, Mr. Peterson?”

He gave a slight nod, “Yes.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Kendrick is asking for you.”

Anthea’s eyebrows knit together slightly, “You sure you’ve got the right person this time?”

“I was mistaken earlier,” Alex said smoothly, his tone gentle, “I hope you won’t take it to heart, Ms. Yeager.”

She pressed on, “The Kendrick you mentioned, is he the one from Capital City?”

“Yes.” His response was succinct as he gestured for her to follow, “This way, Ms. Yeager.”

forward to keep

they walked side by side, Alex

path to reach the back of the venue. It was the

instructed a servant to bring a down jacket for

replied, “but my dress has temperature control built into it. I won’t be needing that

Co., Ltd?” Alex

slightly, “You’re familiar with

a few

rising star in the industry. Though new, their strength was undeniable. They first secured a global patent for temperature–adjustable clothing

AY had invited Alex for a partnership. At the time, he hadn’t paid much attention, but now it seemed he couldn’t afford to

own thoughts, they stepped onto the open–air path.

ablaze with camellias, their fiery blooms

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the flowers, making her seem part of the vibrant scene under the shroud of night.

made one wonder if she was an enchantment borne of the

the scent of camellias mixed with a

didn’t belong to

to smells,

looked straight ahead, focused on the path.

women: those who instantly fell for his charms, and those, like Rebecca, who kept their distance.

different

like this or if she was just