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 Reba in a morous red evening gown.
There''s an old saying, "You don''t hit a smiling face," so with a faint smile, Anthea greeted, "Ms. Morris.
Reba 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 ce, that a fake heiress should act like one. A usurper trying topete with her? Completely delusional!
"Shall we head in together?” Reba offered.
“Sure,” Anthea nodded slightly.
The two walked side by side into the hotel.
Reba 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 aboutparison.
These whispers infiltrated Reba''s ears, uninvited
Had everyone gone blind? They actually thought Anthea was good-looking! Reba was supposed to be the soaring phoenix. What was Anthea in
comparison?
Just then, a petite woman approached, curiosity in her voice: “Ba, you''re here! Oh, who''s this beauty with you?"
This was Gloria Davenport, the heiress of the Davenport family, who maintained rtions with both the Morris and the Davenport families, hence
Reba was on good terms with her.
Grabbing Gloria''s hand familiarly, Reba 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?"
Reba 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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The ridicule was sharp as knives.
But Anthea seemed not to care at all. Her serene face remained unaffected, as if the taunts weren''t directed at her.
Reba''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.
Reba puffed up her chest. While
others might rot be acquainted with
Lambotte, she had met him a few
times before. Previously, she had <
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TOAEON. It was clear to her that Mr.
Lamotte was here to greet} Qer and
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would be a jewelry desigfer for
TOAEON!
As Lambotte drew nearer, Reba mentally prepared her pitch and extended her hand, “Hello...”