From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 300

Chapter 300

The room's air pressure plummeted to freezing levels. The assistant broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill run down his spine. Having been by Alex's side for over three years, he knew exactly what his boss was capable of and quickly added, "But I can assure you, the real heiress of the Morris family doesn't have a scar on her arm."

Alex narrowed his eyes. This meant the little girl from back then couldn't possibly be Miss Zack, nor Miss May, and certainly not Rebecca Morris. The only remaining possibility was Anthea.

Reflecting on his previous encounters with Anthea, Alex's gaze darkened. She was indeed different from the other socialites of Cloudcrest. Her file was encrypted. And she was nothing like the waste everyone rumored her to be. Mysterious and complex.

"Alright, you can go," Alex said with a dismissive wave of his hand. The assistant, feeling like he'd just been pardoned, bowed his head and scurried out of the room.

After the assistant's departure, the room was left in a silence so deep it was almost terrifying. The Peterson mansion was perched halfway up the hillside. Coupled with Alex's preference for solitude, the twilight made the atmosphere even more desolate.

Alex stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his face betraying no emotion, and for a moment, he was transported back to that cold basement twelve years ago. Hunger, cold, fear-they had surrounded him. A little girl came and sat beside him.

I have candy here. A piece

of candy, unwrapping it until its sugary taste slowly spread on his tongue, dissipating some of the fierceness in him. He then turned and walked toward the

good health, and even before nightfall, she was already lying in

"Grandma," he greeted.

a smile. Alex propped up a pillow behind the elderly woman. "Are you feeling any better,

She nodded.

quite skilled. I'll ask her to come

Audrey said, and then as if remembering something, she added, "But tomorrow is Monday, and Annie has school.

conversation, Alex took his leave. Watching his retreating figure, Audrey sighed. She worried that once she was

arrived. Anthea finished her breakfast and headed to school. Just as she was about to reach the

she asked

High uniform was a clunky mix of blue and white that many students disliked wearing, but on her, it seemed to take on an effortless purity. It

was momentarily dazzled. Could it be that Anthea was actually a student at Northbridge High? But hadn't Harriet said that Anthea was a dropout, barely making it through middle school? Or was the