From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 220

Hearing that, Alex glanced back at Rebecca, a faint curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Under his gaze, Rebecca felt like she was transported back to her past life, to the foul stench of an animal cage where Alex loomed over her. Despite his regal aura, as if he were carved of jade, he seemed like a demon crawled straight from the bowels of hell, dark and terrifying!

He could snatch her life away at any moment.

A cold sweat formed on Rebecca's brow, yet she mustered all her composure and spoke again, "Mr. Peterson, I am the one who saved Kendrick's life."

Alex idly twirled the signet ring on his thumb and asked, "Ms. Morris, your last name was Yeager before?"

"I was a Yeager until I turned eighteen," Rebecca explained.

Alex nodded slightly, "Then Ms. Morris, please follow me this way."

With immense pressure bearing down on her, Rebecca followed Alex's stride.

Anthea, realizing she was no longer needed, picked up her half-eaten slice of cherry cheesecake and continued indulging in her dessert.

The Peterson Manor was vast.

Since the front hall was bustling with guests and unsuitable for private conversations, Kendrick was waiting for them in the inner salon of the backyard.

Kendrick had old ties with the Peterson family and was quite familiar with Audrey.

At the moment, Kendrick was in the front hall, chatting with Audrey.

Audrey was a remarkably kind-hearted old lady. She was 78 that year.

A severe illness in her youth had aged her appearance beyond her years, but her spirit remained lively.

"I'm truly glad to see you well. My late husband would be overjoyed in his rest," Audrey sighed, then added, "At our age, each time we meet could be the last."

Both in their late seventies, even if they lived to a hundred, there wasn't much time left.

The thought cast a somber mood.

Kendrick exhaled deeply.