From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )
Chapter 322

"They weren't lying when they said you have no shame!" Nanson snarled as he yanked his hand away from Ileana. "Ileana, you're nothing but a gold-digger! You think I'd still be with you? Dream on!" Ileana was left sprawled on the ground, her face a mask of disbelief.

What had she just heard?

The Nanson she knew would never speak to her like this.

What in the world was going on?

"No! Nanson! You still love me! You must still love me!" Ileana clung to Nanson's legs in desperation.

Nanson kicked her away, just looking down at her, "Ileana, you weren't there for the tough times, and now you're back when the sun's shining? Get lost! Don't embarrass yourself further!" With that, Nanson slammed the car door shut, revved the engine, and drove away.

Ileana couldn't believe this was happening.

Nanson had loved her so much.

He had said she was the one.

How could he treat her like this now?

It was lunchtime.

Many employees had come out to witness the spectacle.

"Some women, man! Total gold diggers! President Yeager said it himself, and she still has the nerve to show her face! Embarrassing herself!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Back when President Yeager was a delivery guy, she dumped him. Now that he's made it big, she's all over him! If I were her, I'd just disappear into a hole!" "She must be feeling bitter, I guess. She could've been the boss's lady! And now? All gone up in smoke!"

"Gold digger! Serves her right!"

The mocking and scornful comments cut into Ileana like knives.

She was full of regret, wishing she hadn't broken up with Nanson.

She should have stuck by him.

If she had, she'd be the boss's lady now, not the subject of ridicule.

But regret was useless now.

...

Meanwhile.

In Capital City.

Gerard's bedroom.

The door was ajar, giving a peek into the room.

Inside.

Gerard sat at his desk, holding a strip of something that looked like gum, sniffing it with an air of enjoyment, a bag of white powder resting beside him. Delia stood at the door, a smirk of triumph playing on her lips.

Gerard was done for this time!

Once Janet lost hope in Gerard, she'd surely try to get Edna pregnant with Jonah's child.

Janet's hesitance was only because of Gerard.

If they resorted to underhanded methods, Gerard would never forgive her, his grandmother.

But if Gerard was out of the picture, Janet wouldn't need to worry about him anymore.

Delia quietly turned to leave, careful not to alert anyone inside.

Edna arrived on time to deliver a nourishing soup to Janet, walking into the Lindsay family's gates with Darleen, just as Delia descended from upstairs.

"Delia."

"Miss Edna, Darleen, you're here."

Edna nodded, "Delia." Then, turning to Darleen, "Darleen, say hello."

Darleen looked displeased.

Why should she greet a servant? Why should she care?

"Darleen!" Edna frowned.

Delia chuckled, "Why bother with a child's manners? Oh, the grandmother is enjoying the flowers in the backyard. I'll go call her."

"We'll come with you," Edna said, leading Darleen to follow Delia.

As they walked towards the backyard, not a single servant was in sight.

Passing a rockery, Delia turned to Edna, "It's not private enough here. Shall we talk over there?"

Edna nodded, "Darleen, wait here for us."

Darleen nodded.

Edna followed Delia to the rockery.

Delia whispered something into Edna's ear.

Hearing it, Edna's face was a picture of shock, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Delia continued, "I've been watching him for days. He does it every day, around the same time, for about an hour. Bring the grandmother, and you'll catch him red-handed!"