Classic Novel
Chapter 29
Just then, Lauren beckoned Anthea over.
Anthea glanced at Baldie, saying, “Sorry, I gotta run over there.”
With those words, she jogged away.
“Baldie, what were you chatting about with her?” Harriet approached with a frown, “Be careful she doesn’t lead you astray!”
From the get–go, Harriet never considered Anthea a good influence, fearful that she might corrupt her precious son.
Baldie chuckled, “Mom, I was just hearing that Anthea goes to Northbridge High School. I think you might be misunderstanding her.”
Worthbridge High School?” Harriet scoffed, “Why doesn’t she just claim she’s at Apex Ascent
College?”
Apex Ascent College was the top one university in Capital City, a dream school for many students.
But with sky–high entrance requirements, only a handful of students from out–of–town got admitted each year.
Harriet dreamed of Baldie getting into Apex Ascent College.
She said earnestly, “Baldie, let me tell you, the prettier the girl, the bigger the lies. Do you think she’d be working here if she was good enough for Northbridge High School? Spend less time with her. I bet
she’s just jealous of your wealth and wants to…” The rest went unsaid as Harriet continued, “Baldie, you’re not from the same world.”
Anthea could only ever work for someone else, but Baldie was going to college and marry a well– educated and city–bred girl!
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Baldie felt there was some sense in Harriet’s words.
If Anthea went to Northbridge High School, shouldn’t she be at home studying instead of working? Didn’t she want to get into a good university?
She must be lying.
Truth be told, Baldie didn’t much want to talk to Anthea either.
Yet every time he saw Anthea, his heart raced uncontrollably. It was weird.
That night, Anthea still hit the casino with Nanson.
Just like the night before, she kept a low profile.
11:46
Day after day, Anthea and Nanson made their nightly visits to the casino, winning a tidy sum.
Daniel and Sherman were also there nightly.
Daniel, leaning against the railing, said with a smile, “Sherman, see? I told you, she comes every night! Is she still playing these coy games? Ridiculous!”
Sherman glanced over, arching an eyebrow, “So what do you think she’ll do next?”
“She’ll keep showing up, rain or shine, until you take notice,” Daniel replied.
Sherman betrayed no emotion.
Would things unfold as Daniel predicted? It seemed interesting.
The rotisserie had been surprisingly bustling these past few days, with a constant stream of customers. At peak times, there was even a line.
Anthea, busy as she was, preferred to work silently. But being so attractive, everything she did seemed like art, a pleasure to the eye.
“Miss, can we take a picture together?” During service, a sunny and handsome young man mustered the courage to ask.
He’d been coming to this rotisserie for days, observing Anthea just as long. Her beauty and natural look were irresistible.
In fact, there were many like him, drawn by Anthea’s looks.
Anthea declined, “Sorry, I don’t like taking pictures.”
“Then, could we maybe follow your Instagram?” the guy persisted. “I’m Weston, a junior at Cloudcrest University. Here’s my student ID. I promise I’m not a bad guy!”