From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 471

How could things turn out like this?

Violet seemed like such a sweet girl.

Anthea smiled slightly. "If you don't believe me, I have a way to prove what I'm saying is true."

"What way?"

Anthea leaned in close to Nanson, whispering something in his ear.

Nanson nodded in agreement.

Before long, dinner was ready.

As Nanson went to the kitchen to get the dishes, he saw Violet. He felt an urge to ask her directly about all his doubts, but remembering Anthea's words, he restrained himself, trying to act as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Violet, you’ve worked hard today."

Violet smiled back. "Not at all, I’ve just been getting in the way. My sister did all the cooking."

Nanson watched Violet closely.

If everything about her was a façade, it was truly unsettling.

How did she pull it off?

Violet touched her face. "Nanson, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

"No," Nanson replied, trying to sound casual as he looked away. "Let’s eat. You and my sister have been busy all morning."

"Alright." Violet nodded.

At dinner, Nanson naturally offered the first piece of chicken to Anthea.

As he reached for the second piece, Violet assumed it was for her. But Nanson gave it to Carole instead.

Violet frowned subtly.

Giving chicken to two guests instead of his girlfriend?

What was going on?

The nerve of those two women. Living in someone else's home and feeling entitled to the chicken.

It was sickening.

Just wait!

Once she married into the Yeager family, she'd make sure that mother and daughter were gone for good.

At that moment, Nanson placed a chicken wing into Violet's bowl.

"Thank you," Violet said, looking up at Nanson.

“Eat up.”

After dinner, Nanson drove Violet back.

In the car, Violet expressed concern, "Nanson, I feel like your sister and niece don’t really like me."

Violet didn’t live in that neighborhood. If even her address was a lie, what else wasn’t real?

Nanson couldn’t quite place his emotions as he started the engine and turned the car around.

Before long, he arrived at an office building.

Violet’s dance school was in this building.

Nanson walked to the information desk. "Excuse me, do you have a dance teacher here named Violet?"

The receptionist checked. "One moment, let me look it up for you."

After about three minutes, the receptionist replied, "Sir, we don’t have a dance teacher named Violet."

"Alright, thank you." Nanson nodded.

As he left the building, an unreadable expression crossed his face. He immediately drove back home.

At the Yeager household.

Carole was tidying up the living room.

Seeing Nanson return, Carole looked up. "You’re back."

"Yeah." Nanson nodded.

Carole continued, "Nanson, I don’t think Violet is a good girl." She had originally prepared a bracelet for Violet, but after spending the morning with her, she decided against giving it.