From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea )

Chapter 186

"Damn! No way, that's such a bummer..." An outstanding guy like that, a confirmed bachelor.

Daniel and Sherman got back in the car. "Can you believe we ran into Anthea in Capital City? Sherman, what do you think about her?"

Sherman shot back a question instead of answering, "Send me Griffin's streaming handle."

Daniel frowned slightly, "Sherman, you think Griffin and Ms. Yeager are the same person?"

Sherman didn't respond.

Daniel continued, "They can't be the same person! I see the legend grinding away on tech forums daily. How could he have time to stream?" Besides, Griffin's just a cheater.

No way could it be Anthea! Impossible.

"I'm saying," Sherman glanced over with a hint of impatience in his eyes, "send me Griffin's channel, will you?"

Not daring to argue, Daniel immediately sent Sherman the streaming handle.

Sherman opened Griffin's profile with a slight frown, "What's this cheating scandal about?"

Daniel explained the whole situation, "Sherman, this might let you down, but Griffin didn't win over you with skill; she cheated! But don't be disheartened. While Griffin cheated, Ms. Morris is the real deal..."

"She didn't cheat," Sherman cut Daniel off before he could finish.

Although Sherman wasn't sure if the person was Anthea or not.

After playing chess with her for so long, her style told him she wasn't the type to cheat.

Daniel sighed. Sherman usually seemed so shrewd. How could he be so blind at the crucial moment?

"Sherman, I know you won't believe me. Just wait until tomorrow night, and you'll see the truth for yourself. Griffin surely won't show up. But, you'll have the chance to play a game with Ms. Morris."

"Is she even in my league?"

"Sherman, you're too biased against Ms. Morris," Daniel sighed again.

But he believed that Sherman would see the truth for himself tomorrow night.

Time flew, and the next day arrived.

RealTimeFlow's third-anniversary gala was a grand affair, swarming with journalists hoping to capture breaking news.

Rebecca arrived neither early nor late.

As the queen of the streaming world, she was dressed to kill.

Clad in a Chanel dress that cost a small fortune, a diamond-studded tiara on her head, her curled hair cascading over her shoulders, revealing a hint of delicate skin, her makeup flawless. She moved with a grace that made every other hostess in the room pale in comparison.

Noticing the envious gazes around her, Rebecca's lips curved into a smug smile.

She was born to shine, and these commoners had nothing on her.

"Rebecca." Spotting her, Dahlia hurried over.

"Dahlia." Rebecca greeted.

"Rebecca, you're finally here! I've been waiting for ages. Come on, Mr. Robinson is over there; let me introduce you," Dalia was the director at RealTimeFlow and well-acquainted with Daniel.

Blushing slightly, Rebecca responded, "I don't know Mr. Robinson that well."

"Just meet him, and you will," insisted Dahlia. "I mentioned you to Mr. Robinson earlier, and he seemed quite interested."

Reluctantly, Rebecca followed Dahlia to the audience area.

Daniel was standing there. Behind him, a man was casually fiddling with a cross pendant, his long legs crossed effortlessly. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a simple gesture, but it exuded an air of unattainable prestige.

The lights were dim. His face was hard to make out, but Rebecca immediately recognized him as Sherman. She knew he'd be at the gala.

Rebecca stood tall and confident, maintaining her poise as she followed Dahlia to Daniel's side.

"Mr. Robinson, this is Becca, Ms. Morris, the one I told you about," Dahlia introduced them.

"Ms. Morris, I've heard so much about you," greeted Daniel.

Rebecca replied with grace, "Mr. Robinson, you flatter me. I'm just a nobody. In fact, I recently lost to a newbie on our platform, Griffin."

"Griffin cheated, that doesn't count as a win." replied Daniel.