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


    But her surprisested 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 sessfully connected on Facebook.


    Anthea picked up her backpack and walked towards the door, her posture straight and confident,


    her beauty carrying a cool detachment.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    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 ustomed to high positions and ttery


    since his youth, and this was the first time someone had turned him down.


    And it was a young girl.


    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 eximed, "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 aplete 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 eximed, "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 eyshes 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 ount."


    "Alright," the teller nced 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?


    Ny million!


    Any trace of sleepiness vanished in an instant, and the teller was suddenly all smiles, "Ms. Yeager,


    wee! Are you interested in discussing investment opportunities? I can rmend some


    excellent products..."


    Anthea looked up slightly, "What''s the current bnce in my ount?" Apart from her earnings


    from the OS System, she hadpleted numerous small tasks over the past few days, but hadn''t


    kept track of the total.