From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

No! It would be worse than falling into a living hell!

Sandra couldn’t fathom why her daughter was so adamant. “Even if Alex doesn’t stand up for Anthea, Rebecca, you know darn well who the Petersons are. What makes you think Alex will listen to you and actually marry Anthea?”

The Petersons were like the unofficial kings of Cloudcrest, and even the bigwigs of Cloudcrest had to tip their hats to the Petersons.

“We’ve been invited to the Petersons‘ soirée the day after tomorrow,” Rebecca continued. “I plan to take Anthea with me.”

From what Rebecca knew about Alex, he had a penchant for toying with pretty women.

Otherwise, her past self wouldn’t have met such a gruesome end.

Anthea, with her stunning looks, was likely to fare ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times worse!

A sinister smile crept across Rebecca’s lips.

“You got an invite to the Petersons‘ bash?” Both Daly and Sandra were taken aback.

Since when was Rebecca so chummy with Alex?

Truth be told, even Rebecca was in the dark.

In her past life, she had just returned to the Morris fold when she received an invitation from the Petersons. At the party, she fell head over heels for Alex. He was the only one she’d marry.

Little did she know it would turn into her nightmare.

This life was different.

With Anthea as her stepping stone, Anthea would plummet into a living hell while she ascended to the pinnacle of success!

Alex was so charming, Anthea would undoubtedly fall madly in love with him.

With this thought, Rebecca’s lips curled up, her eyes brimming with smugness. “So, Mom, you’ll accompany me to the Yeagers later. Make sure Anthea knows we still care about her.”

Sandra’s brow furrowed deeply. “Rebecca, I’m more confused by you with each passing day. The Petersons are not just any ordinary clan. How can you set Anthea up with them?” She genuinely couldn’t comprehend why Rebecca was being so kind to Anthea.

“Instead of giving Anthea that little tramp a leg up, why not have your cousins accompany you to the Petersons? They’re blood, after all. If Alex takes a shine to one of them, at least our family would bask in the glow.”

Rebecca wanted Anthea to go? That good–for–nothing? How could she be worthy of Alex?

Daly nodded in agreement. “I think your mother’s making a lot of sense.” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Rebecca shook her head slightly. “Bask in the glow? Mom, Dad, you’re oversimplifying things. Do you really think marrying into the Petersons is like winning the jackpot? Let me tell you, Alex is far more terrifying than you can imagine. I bet you wouldn’t want my cousins to meet their demise at such a young age,

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would you?”

“What do you mean by that?” Daly’s brow furrowed.

Rebecca replied plainly, “Just what I said.”

“Daly narrowed his eyes. “Rebecca, do you know something?”

Rebecca kept it brief. “Mom, Dad, just trust me on this one. Neither the Petersons nor Alex are good news. And you’ll soon see what becomes of Anthea.”

Rebecca’s earnestness wasn’t lost on Daly.

His daughter was smart and beautiful, never one to waste effort.

She must have her reasons for doing what she was doing.

Daly turned to Sandra. “Since Rebecca insists, you’d better go with her to the Yeagers later.”

Sandra was somewhat disgruntled but nodded in agreement.

Daly seemed to remember something else. “Rebecca, since Kendrick has been looking for you, you’d better clear things up with him soon. The Christmas‘ just around the corner, and we can’t afford to delay the CY Group’s collaboration.”

“No rush,” Rebecca said with a smile. If Kendrick had come all the way from Capital City to find her, it meant he valued his life–saver highly.