From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Ileana furrowed her brows, incredulity in her voice, "Seriously? Outsiders need appointments, but do I need one too? Hurry up and take me to Nanson, or I'll make sure he fires you!"

The receptionist frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?"

Ileana lifted her chin proudly. "I'm Nanson's girlfriend! The future Mrs. Yeager!"

Nanson's girlfriend?

The receptionist eyed Ileana from head to toe. She thought that Ileana's appearance, demeanor, and the way she spoke did not match Nanson at all. Too common! Moreover, they had been working in the company for quite some time and had never heard about Nanson having a girlfriend. Could she be someone just throwing herself at him? There were too many shameless people these days.

apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but without

the receptionist lacked such discernment. "Just you wait!

you please leave?" the receptionist gestured

She was Nanson's beloved! Nanson would definitely take her

had to call security. Ileana was eventually dragged out, yelling, "How dare you! You have no idea who I am! I am the love of your boss Nanson's life! Let me tell you, you're

dogs, that's what they were! Completely lacking in perception! Even daring to offend

fished out Nanson's number, intending to have him come down personally to fetch her and to stand up for her. But she had already deleted Nanson's number. And his contact on social media as well. Unable to reach Nanson, Ileana had no choice but to wait at the entrance. Wanting to give Nanson a surprise, she pulled out a mirror and lipstick from her bag and started touching up her makeup. Nanson would be so happy to see her waiting when he finished work. After all, Nanson loved her so much. Perhaps Nanson had intentionally visited that diner

for so many years. You don't

thought about it, the happier she became, so thrilled that she added several designer bags she had been eyeing to her shopping cart. Nanson loved her so much, he

up, and she dashed towards him,

the ground, looking up at Nanson with a mix of indignation and plea, "Nanson! It's me, Ileana! I was wrong before, you love me so much! I shouldn't have treated you like that! It was all Lance's fault, if not for