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

When a sudden illness took the old lady away when Anthea was ten, Anthea was left with a lifelong regret. Even after Anthea rose to become a world-renowned tech mogul, she couldn't share her success with her beloved nanny.

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Anthea approached the beggar with a warm smile, "Madam, why don't you come over here and take a seat? What would you like to eat?"

The beggar looked at Anthea with a bit of apprehension, "Young lady, I..."

Just then, Harriet stormed out from the back, her face twisted in annoyance, "Anthea, what are you doing? Why are you bringing just anyone into the diner? This isn't a charity house!"

Did Anthea think she owned the rotisserie? Was Anthea about to let a beggar dine here on the house? What a nerve!

Anthea lifted her gaze, "Don't worry, I'll pick up the tab."

Harriet furrowed her brow, then it dawned on her that Anthea was putting on a show.

Anthea must be trying to impress Baldie with her kindness and bait him into falling for her! Shameless!

Harriet had to warn Baldie before he fell for this scheming trick!

With that thought, Harriet hastened back inside.

Anthea handed the menu to the elderly lady, "Take a look and see what you'd like."

"Are you sure to treat me?" the beggar said with a hint of surprise.

Anthea nodded.

"Well then, I won't hold back!" The beggar ordered several dishes in one go, including a bowl of lobster bisque. "Is it alright to have these?"

"Of course," Anthea replied, "Just sit tight for a moment."

Soon, Anthea brought over the dishes the beggar had ordered.

As the beggar ate, she observed Anthea working out of the corner of her eye, her expression filled with satisfaction.

What a nice young lady! She was beautiful with such a pleasant voice.

After finishing her meal, the beggar dabbed her mouth and called Anthea over, "Young lady! Come here a moment!"

Anthea trotted over, "Is there something you need, madam?" Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

The beggar pushed her empty bowl forward, "Dear, I'm a bit thirsty now. Could you pour me a glass of water?"

"Of course." Anthea fetched a glass of water.

After quenching her thirst, the beggar burped contentedly and then said, "I... I'd like a soda, if that's alright?"

She thought asking for more might upset Anthea, but Anthea still nodded with a smile, "Sure."

Anthea bought a cup of soda and cautioned, "The soda is a bit chilly, take it slow."

Nodding, the beggar drank and then asked, "What's your name, young lady?"

"I'm Anthea Yeager, you can just call me Anthea."

"That sounds too formal! How about I call you Annie, and you can call me Mrs. Christensen?"

"That sounds great, Mrs. Christensen!"

"Ah, what a good child!" Karen, the fake beggar, beamed with joy, "It's getting late. I should head home. Annie, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After seeing Mrs. Christensen off, Anthea went to help out in the kitchen.

No sooner had she left than Rebecca and Alicia, decked out in finery, arrived with their companion.

Seeing their posh attire, Harriet hurried to greet them, "Right this way, please."

It was Rebecca's first visit to a roadside diner since returning to her life of luxury, and she frowned in distaste.

In her mind, only the lower classes would frequent such a distasteful establishment.

Settling at an empty table, Rebecca inquired, "Do you have a waitress named Anthea here?"

"Yes," Harriet nodded.

Alicia chimed in, "We'd like Anthea to serve us."

Harriet replied, "I apologize, but Anthea is tied up with other tasks right now."

Rebecca casually pulled out a stack of cash from her wallet, "This is for the service."

Harriet gleamed her eyes as she pocketed the money, "Wait a moment. I'll fetch Anthea for you."