Web Fic
Chapter 342
She was still standing there, the only one left in a green dress.
After greeting Alex, Anthea was about to head inside when a gentle voice called from behind, “Anthea, dear.” Turning slightly, Anthea saw Rebecca in a glamorous red evening gown.
There's an old saying, "You don't hit a smiling face," so with a faint smile, Anthea greeted, "Ms. Morris.
Rebecca thought she was mistaken. But no, it really was Anthea. Daniel had actually invited Anthea too. But this was fine by her. Tonight, she would show Anthea her place, that a fake heiress should act like one. A usurper trying to compete with her? Completely delusional!
"Shall we head in together?” Rebecca offered.
“Sure,” Anthea nodded slightly.
The two walked side by side into the hotel.
Rebecca usually looked stunning in red. But standing next to Anthea, it was a different story. As soon as they entered the hotel lobby, they drew everyone's gaze. "Who is that standing next to Ms. Morris?”
“She's so beautiful!
"Great figure, fair skin, stunning features—my God, she’s gorgeous!” “I used to think Ms. Morris was pretty, but now, she just seems okay!" “It's all about comparison.
These whispers infiltrated Rebecca's ears, uninvited
Had everyone gone blind? They actually thought Anthea was good-looking! Rebecca was supposed to be the soaring phoenix. What was Anthea in comparison?
Just then, a petite woman approached, curiosity in her voice: “Becca, you're here! Oh, who's this beauty with you?"
This was Gloria Davenport, the heiress of the Davenport family, who maintained relations with both the Morris and the Davenport families, hence Rebecca was on good terms with her.
Grabbing Gloria's hand familiarly, Rebecca smiled, “Jojo, this is Anthea! Don't tell me you don't recognize her?” Anthea?
Gloria blinked, then covered her mouth in disbelief, “You mean, Anthea Morris?"
Rebecca nodded with a smile. “Yes.”
Holy smokes!
Gloria locked as if she’d been struck by lightning.
She knew Anthea all too well. Always dressed in bizarre outfits, makeup like a ghost; barely literate—calling her a singpleton was an insult to the word itself. Though the Davenport family-had been close to the Morris family, Gloria was never fond of Anthea. She couldn't believe the transformation before her eyes.
Not just Gloria, everyone was stunned. When Anthea was just Anthea, she was the subject of everyone's jokes. ‘I thought she was some heiress, turns out it's the infamous fake heiress!”
"Wasn't she cast out by the Morris family? How did she even get to attend Mr. Robinson's party?
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But Anthea seemed not to care at all. Her serene face remained unaffected, as if the taunts weren't directed at her. Rebecca's lips curled into a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
Just then, a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man approached.
"Holy cow! Mr. Lambotte from TOAEON is here too!"
TOAEON held a solid international reputation, especially in the luxury goods market, making its vice president, Mr. Lambotte, a household name from his frequent appearances in financial newspapers.
"Mr. Robinson really has clout, managing to invite even Lambotte.
Rebecca puffed up her chest. While others might rot be acquainted with Lambotte, she had met him a few times before. Previously, she had < submitted jewelry designsto ~> TOAEON. It was clear to her that Mr. Lamotte was here to greet} Qer and figglize the design deal. Seon, she would be a jewelry desigfer for TOAEON!
As Lambotte drew nearer, Rebecca mentally prepared her pitch and extended her hand, “Hello...”