From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 333

Chapter 333

Nanson couldn't help but marvel as he approached Little White, taking in every detail with an incredulous look. Clearly, this was not the vacuum cleaner he had bought before. "This one seems a bit larger than the old one, doesn't it?" Nanson remarked.

Anthea, pulling a drumstick from a bucket of fried chicken, replied, "Yeah, the old one was too short and kind of just blended into the background, so I decided to repurpose some old paint cans and sheet metal we had lying around."

It was only when Nanson saw the paint brand label still attached to Little White that he truly believed Anthea hadn't been pulling his leg. She had actually built this herself. From the simplest of parts, she had assembled a top-tier robot. His niece was incredibly talented!

Nanson inspected Little White from every angle. Feeling Nanson's gaze, Little White glided back half a meter. "Master, I know I'm the epitome of beauty, but you staring at me like this is making me blush!" The epitome of beauty? Nanson was at a loss for words. He finally understood why Little White seemed so familiar - it reminded him of Anthea. Both were equally self-assured.

After dinner, the duo set off for the company. "Take care, dear masters. Be safe on your way, and Little White will be here waiting for your return," Little White said, escorting them to the door. "Goodbye," Nanson waved.

"Goodbye," Little White replied, closing the door.

Nanson exclaimed, "This robot's smarter than I thought! Anthea,

straightforward! Just some programming, setting up the software, and then organizing the execution, control, and storage commands, along with a few

have built an even smarter vacuum

amazing!" It took Nanson a moment to find the

solution for now." If only she had more time

A makeshift solution? This intelligent vacuum cleaner was just a stopgap to Anthea? He realized he was out of his depth in the world of tech

reached the underground parking lot. Nanson unlocked his car and opened the driver's door. It had been a while since Anthea had driven, and she was itching to get behind the wheel again. Unfortunately, she hadn't gotten her driver's

the company headquarters. Following

She's

Yeager doesn't even have a girlfriend, let

"Oh, right..."

"Then who is she?"

understood. She was President Yeager's

third-floor office, where his secretary, Helena, was organizing documents