From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea )

Anthea was momentarily taken aback, clearly not expecting Daniel to ask for her autograph.

But her surprise lasted only a fraction of a second before she took the pen and scribbled a line on the crisp white shirt.

Phoenix·YC.

Her handwriting was bold and fluid, with a casual elegance that was quite striking.

You could tell a person by their handwriting.

Just from her script, you'd never guess the writer was a girl.

Of the people Daniel had encountered, aside from Sherman, he doubted anyone could hold a candle to her. The thought made Daniel do a double-take.

Anthea's handwriting was this beautiful.

How could anyone say she was illiterate, a waste of space? Gossip really was a killer!

If it weren't for those baseless rumors, Daniel wouldn't have misunderstood Anthea, almost offending someone he greatly admired.

Thinking about it now, he was full of regret.

After signing, Anthea handed back the shirt to Daniel and turned to bid Sherman farewell.

Leaving so soon?

Sherman paused, his fingers interlocked, "Add me on Facebook?"

"Sure," Anthea nodded.

They successfully connected on Facebook.

Anthea picked up her backpack and walked towards the door, her posture straight and confident, her beauty carrying a cool detachment.

Sherman reached the beaded curtain at the entrance first, lifting it with his long fingers, his deep voice resonating above Anthea's head, "Ms. Yeager, where do you live? Can I offer you a ride?"

"No, thank you," Anthea declined politely.

No? Sherman was momentarily stunned. He had been accustomed to high positions and flattery since his youth, and this was the first time someone had turned him down.

And it was a young girl. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

So this was what rejection felt like...

Sherman stood by the beaded curtain, watching her slender figure disappear into the elevator before drawing back his gaze.

Daniel exclaimed, "Sherman, I never imagined Ms. Yeager was the legendary Phoenix·YC." He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't experienced it himself.

The feeling was just too surreal.

"So, you still think women are to be underestimated?" Sherman raised an eyebrow slightly.

"...No way."

Daniel really didn't dare anymore. Today had been a complete eye-opener.

He used to think men were capable of anything. Now he knew better.

Women could be just as formidable as Anthea.

"What are you talking about? I don't get it," Mamie spoke up in confusion, "Why can't Ms. Yeager be the great Phoenix·YC?"

Although Anthea was young and indeed a girl, she showed no signs of fragility. Rather, she exuded an assertive presence, not overshadowed even standing beside Sherman!

In Mamie's opinion, a master should carry that kind of attitude!

Daniel continued, "Phoenix·YC is the same person I told you about the fake heiress of the Morris family..."

Mamie gasped, covering her mouth, "Mr. Christensen's ex-fiancée?"

Daniel nodded.

"Holy smokes! Talk about fate!" Mamie exclaimed, "If she hadn't been recognized, she would've ended up with Mr. Christensen, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sherman stopped twisting his fingers, his thick eyelashes shadowing the dark swirls of his eyes.

Anthea made her way to the bank. Since it was lunchtime, the lobby was mostly empty.

The teller was slouched in her seat. Upon seeing Anthea was a young woman, she seemed even less inclined to engage, asking disinterestedly, "What can I help you with today?"

Anthea spoke evenly, "I need to deposit this check into my bank account."

"Alright," the teller glanced at Anthea, "Please present your debit card, ID, and the check."

Anthea handed over them.

When the teller saw the check, her previously indifferent expression transformed into one of shock.

Holy cow!

Was she seeing things right?

Ninety million!

Any trace of sleepiness vanished in an instant, and the teller was suddenly all smiles, "Ms. Yeager, welcome! Are you interested in discussing investment opportunities? I can recommend some excellent products..."

Anthea looked up slightly, "What's the current balance in my account?" Apart from her earnings from the OS System, she had completed numerous small tasks over the past few days, but hadn't kept track of the total.