From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 544

Rebecca had gone all out-she'd painstakingly applied makeup that made her eyes look like they'd just cried, slipped into a white dress, and arranged herself to look as delicate and vulnerable as possible.

Once she was ready, she opened her dresser drawer and took out a small vial of clear liquid, tucking it carefully into her purse before heading out the door.

The liquid was a powerful sedative just a single drop could knock out anyone, man or woman. Unless someone had taken the antidote beforehand, even a whiff of it would send them into unconsciousness.

Back in the day, when she still had access to the system, Rebecca had traded for this little secret. Thank God she'd had the foresight to keep it. Where else could she get something like this now?

As she left her bedroom and stepped into the living room, a chill ran down her spine, goosebumps prickling her arms.

She couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip away. Tonight, she'd make Sherman hers-no hesitation, no second thoughts. With him, she'd secure her place in the Christensen family as Sherman's wife, climbing straight to the top in one bold

move.

Having been given a second chance at life, Rebecca tended to believe in the supernatural. And Sandra had died right here, in this house. It did unnerve her, if she was honest.

But then again, Sandra's death was her own fault-she'd forgotten to turn off the gas stove and succumbed to carbon monoxide poisoning. What did that have to do with Rebecca? Even if Sandra's ghost was still hanging around, she was just another restless spirit.

Thinking this, Rebecca's fear faded. She squared her shoulders and walked out. When she arrived at the hotel, Sherman hadn't arrived yet.

Rebecca ducked into the restroom to freshen up, slipping the vial into her pocket. She was ready-she just needed to break the bottle, let the fumes do their work, and Sherman would be at her mercy.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

lit up.

leapt up and hurried

imposing man, his frame casting a shadow that

expecting to see Sherman's

lifted her eyes,

This wasn't Sherman.

wary as she instinctively took

name is Hughes. I'm Mr. Christensen's assistant. Mr. Christensen asked me to deliver a message: a woman as shameless as you isn't even fit to step through the doors of the Christensen estate, let alone serve as a housekeeper. Stop dreaming. Have some self-respect and

went as white

everything. The whole situation was under his

complete fool, a puppet whose strings were being yanked for someone

come to nothing-Sherman hadn't shown up. All she'd gotten was a faceful

by Sherman like this.

pressed a hand to her stomach. Yes. She was

child. Once she had his child, the doors of the Christensen

everything was falling apart. Sherman

couldn't. Her health was fragile; a termination would mean

So what now?

thought of

Daniel.

wasn't as powerful as Sherman's, but he was still one of

importantly, Daniel and Shermannet