From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 263

"Talbot, it's me," Anthea's voice was soft but unmistakable.

At her words, Talbot looked up and upon seeing Anthea, he quickly sprang from his executive chair, "Annie."

Anthea was younger than him, but Talbot never dared to truly think of Anthea as a little sister.

Despite her youth, Anthea carried herself with a sense of authority that was undeniable.

Whenever he saw her, Talbot felt like a schoolboy who hadn't done his homework upon facing his teacher, an uncontrollable sense of dread.

Anthea pulled out a set of fashion designs from her bag and handed them to Talbot, "Here are the latest spring designs, and take a look."

Talbot took the designs, his eyes filled with astonishment. Each design had two initials in the bottom right corner: AY.

AY was Anthea.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Talbot would never have believed that a teenager could possess such extraordinary design talent.

Anyone who saw her designs and finished pieces had only one thought in their mind: Buy it.

The name AY was now legendary in the entire fashion industry. It wasn't just about being well-known, it was about commanding respect.

There was a saying going around in the industry circles: AY's debut was the pinnacle of design.

If people knew that AY was just an eighteen-year-old girl, it would surely cause a sensation.

Most importantly, AY wasn't just a designer, she was also the inventor of temperature-regulating clothing.

Talbot couldn't even begin to imagine the waves this news would make in the business world once it got out.

She was just eighteen, still a kid who hadn't even gone through her SATs.

Suppressing his amazement, Talbot continued, "Ms. Yeager, the pieces you've designed will definitely become the nation's new favorite once they hit the market. Oh, and there's this hotshot actress who's been dying to have you design her a carpet gown. Are you interested in taking the commission?"

"How much are they offering?" Anthea asked, her tone indifferent.

Talbot gestured the number seven with his fingers.

"Seven million?" Anthea quirked an eyebrow.

Talbot shook his head.

Her brow furrowed slightly, "Don't tell me it's seven hundred thousand."

"That's right."

"I'll pass," Anthea replied briskly, "Tell them I'll consider it for seven million. And while you're at it, release a statement that I'm only taking three commissions a month, no more."