From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 544

Rebecca had gone all out—she’d painstakingly applied makeup that made her eyes look like they’d just cried, slipped into a white dress, and arranged herself to look as delicate and vulnerable as possible.

Once she was ready, she opened her dresser drawer and took out a small vial of clear liquid, tucking it carefully into her purse before heading out the door.

The liquid was a powerful sedative—just a single drop could knock out anyone, man or woman. Unless someone had taken the antidote beforehand, even a whiff of it would send them into unconsciousness.

Back in the day, when she still had access to the system, Rebecca had traded for this little secret. Thank God she’d had the foresight to keep it. Where else could she get something like this now?

As she left her bedroom and stepped into the living room, a chill ran down her spine, goosebumps prickling her arms.

She couldn’t afford to let this opportunity slip away. Tonight, she’d make Sherman hers—no hesitation, no second thoughts. With him, she’d secure her place in the Christensen family as Sherman’s wife, climbing straight to the top in one bold move.

Having been given a second chance at life, Rebecca tended to believe in the supernatural. And Sandra had died right here, in this house. It did unnerve her, if she was honest.

But then again, Sandra’s death was her own fault—she’d forgotten to turn off the gas stove and succumbed to carbon monoxide poisoning. What did that have to do with Rebecca? Even if Sandra’s ghost was still hanging around, she was just another restless spirit.

Thinking this, Rebecca’s fear faded. She squared her shoulders and walked out.

When she arrived at the hotel, Sherman hadn’t arrived yet.

Rebecca ducked into the restroom to freshen up, slipping the vial into her pocket. She was ready—she just needed to break the bottle, let the fumes do their work, and Sherman would be at her mercy.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Rebecca’s eyes lit up. Mr. Christensen was here!

She practically leapt up and hurried to the door.

Standing outside was a tall, imposing man, his frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her up.

Rebecca blushed and looked up, expecting to see Sherman’s familiar face.

But as she lifted her eyes, she froze.

This wasn’t Sherman.

“Who are you?” Rebecca’s voice was wary as she instinctively took a step back.

The man regarded her coolly. “My name is Hughes. I’m Mr. Christensen’s assistant. Mr. Christensen asked me to deliver a message: a woman as shameless as you isn’t even fit to step through the doors of the Christensen estate, let alone serve as a housekeeper. Stop dreaming. Have some self-respect—and a little dignity.”

Rebecca’s face went as white as a sheet.

He knew. He knew everything. The whole situation was under his control.

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