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

side, Alex led

they needed to traverse an open–air path to reach the back of the venue. It was the dead of winter, and although Cloudcrest never saw snow, the chill

servant to bring a

control built into it. I won’t be needing

Tech Co., Ltd?” Alex seemed to

“You’re familiar with AY?”

heard a

in the industry. Though new, their strength was undeniable. They first secured a global patent for temperature–adjustable clothing and then made a powerful entry into the

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

own thoughts, they stepped onto the open–air

ablaze with camellias, their fiery blooms nearly covering

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her seem part of the vibrant scene under

she was an enchantment

of camellias mixed with a crisp fragrance that lingered

didn’t belong to the camellias.

sensitive to smells, glanced at

looked straight ahead, focused

be two types of women: those who instantly fell for his charms, and those, like Rebecca, who

was different from both.

like this or if she was