"Don''t worry, Mom," Anthea said, wrapping her arm around Carole''s, "she doesn''t scare me."
Yet, Carole couldn''t shake off her concern.
High society was aplex web of alliances and rivalries. She feared Anthea might be taken
advantage of.
Anthea reassured her, "Mom, I''ve grown up in those circles. Trust me, I know how to handle myself.
Besides, this party''s a big deal for me. I can''t miss it."
Hearing her daughter''s confidence, Carole reluctantly gave in, "Alright, just make sure you keep
your phone handy. If anything feels off, you call me right away."
"I will," Anthea nodded, reassuringly.
The day of the party arrived quickly.
Anthea, dressed to the nines, stepped out to the lobby of their apartment building and saw the
Morris family''s limo already waiting.
Reba, her gown concealed under a down jacket, stood outside waiting, "Anthea, you made it."
With the Christmas around the corner and it being Audrey''s birthday bash, Anthea had chosen a
burgundy dress. It was a simple design that seemed casual but somehow, she made it look
effortlessly chic and international.
Reba frowned subtly.
Anthea was always pushing the envelope with her fashion risks.
In such chilly weather, she didn''t even bother with a coat! How was she not freezing to death?
If there was a free ride on offer, Anthea wasn''t one to turn it down. She strode forward confidently
and settled into the car, calling out to Reba, “We can head out now.”
Reba was momentarily speechless. Why was she ying the host?
But this wasn''t the time to spar with Anthea.
Reba slid into the car and instructed the driver to proceed, then turned to Anthea with feigned
concern, "Aren''t you cold, dressed like that?"
Anthea offered a light smile, "Doesn''t Ms. Morris know about thermostatic dresses?"
"Thermostatic dresses?" Reba''s brow furrowed.
That exined Anthea''sposure. It was high-tech fashion.
Reba had heard of temperature-adjusting clothes but hadn''t managed to purchase any due to
the waiting list. Did Anthea have a connection?
"Where did you get your dress, Anthea?"
Anthea''s brow arched slightly, "are you into that?"
Despite her reluctance to concede in front of Anthea, Reba couldn''t help but nod, taking out her
phone, "I want this one."
Anthea nced at the screen, her tone nonchnt, "Five million."
If you could fleece Reba for money, why not?
"Five million?" Reba''s eyes widened.
Despite the absence of price tags on the AY website, their priciest attire didn''t exceed the hundred-
thousand mark. How could it possibly fetch a price of five million?
Anthea nodded, "Is it too much? This is a signature design from AY Tech''s top designer. If you''re not
buying, there''s a whole line of people waiting to snatch it up!"
The weather was indeed getting colder.
Reba was eager to resume her live streams and re-establish her presence in front of Mr.
Christensen. But wrapped up withyers, how could she showcase her beauty to him?
She was truly smitten with the dress and, considering her unsessful attempts to reserve one,
Reba yed along, "Are you sure it''s avable for five million?"
"Mhm," Anthea''s tone was light, "Pay today, delivered tomorrow."
"I''ll have my assistant transfer the money."
Well, it was just five million. Once she married Mr. Christensen, even five hundred million wouldn''t
matter.
Anthea''s lips curled into a sly smile. Fool''s money was still money.
In light of the five million, Anthea decided she''d be a bit nicer to Reba for the time being.
Soon, the limo pulled up in front of the Peterson family''s estate.
The day was Audrey''s birthday celebration, and the Peterson estate was decked out in festive
grandeur.
Anthea and Reba handed their invites to the staff at the gate and followed a server into the heart
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