When a sudden illness took the olddy away when Anthea was ten, Anthea was left with a lifelong


    regret. Even after Anthea rose to be a world-renowned tech mogul, she couldn''t share her


    sess with her beloved nanny.


    ...


    Anthea approached the beggar with a warm smile, "Madam, why don''t youe over here and


    take a seat? What would you like to eat?"


    The beggar looked at Anthea with a bit of apprehension, "Youngdy, 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 elderlydy, "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 youngdy! She was beautiful with such a pleasant voice.


    After finishing her meal, the beggar dabbed her mouth and called Anthea over, "Youngdy! Come


    here a moment!"


    Anthea trotted over, "Is there something you need, madam?"


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


    of water?"


    "Of course." Anthea fetched a ss 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, youngdy?"


    "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 gettingte. I should head


    home. Annie, I''ll see you tomorrow."


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    "See you tomorrow."


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


    No sooner had she left than Reba and Alicia, decked out in finery, arrived with theirpanion.


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


    It was Reba''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 sses would frequent such a distasteful establishment.


    Settling at an empty table, Reba 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."


    Reba 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."