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.

eyes lit up. Mr.

practically leapt up and hurried

outside was a tall, imposing man, his frame

up, expecting to see Sherman's familiar

as she lifted her eyes,

This wasn't Sherman.

Rebecca's voice was wary

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 a little

face went as white as

He knew everything. The

complete fool, a puppet whose strings were

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

accept it. She wouldn't accept being played by Sherman like this.

pressed a hand to her stomach. Yes. She was

meeting to make Sherman the legitimate father of her unborn child. Once she had his child, the doors of the Christensen family would open for her, no

apart. Sherman wouldn't even see

was fragile; a termination would mean she'd never be able to

So what now?

Rebecca thought of

Daniel.

as powerful as Sherman's, but he was still one of the

importantly, Daniel and Shermannet