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

Hearing that, Ileana looked up at Violet with a smirk. "You're that confident?"

Violet puffed up her chest, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Well, I've got all the reason to be."

Confidence oozed from Violet, her stunning looks and graceful demeanor had Nanson completely enchanted. It was clear as day that a love confession was on the horizon. Ileana chuckled, then added, "Just don't forget me when you hit the jackpot."

"That's a given," Violet linked arms with Ileana, her voice warm with gratitude. "Ileana, everything I have now, it's all thanks to you. How could I possibly forget you!" Indeed.

The moment Violet "accidentally" bumped into Nanson, it was all part of a master plan.

A plan meticulously crafted by Ileana herself.

Ileana couldn't stand the thought of being tossed aside by Nanson after three years of being together.

Why should he have the right to dump her?

She was supposed to be the lady of QuickSend Parcels!

If Nanson made her life miserable, she'd make sure to return the favor.

After spending three years with Nanson, Ileana knew his habits inside out - his likes, dislikes, making him fall for someone was a piece of cake.

That's when Ileana thought of her dear friend, Violet.

With her beauty and gentle elegance, Violet was the epitome of a well-mannered lady, irresistible to any man.

So, Ileana approached Violet, plotting the entire scheme.

But Violet wasn't her real name. She was born Jenny, adopting "Violet" later on as a stage name. And she wasn't a dance instructor as she claimed, but the star of a local karaoke bar.

Thanks to her striking looks, she

was the star attraction, with countless admirers showing up just for her. But the attention was fleeting Despite the lavish tips that equaled a fortnight's wages for an average person in just one night, the industry was unforgiving, preying on youth. Once her beauty faded, so

would her income.

Accustomed to a life of luxury, the thought of losing her financial independence terrified Jenny. At thirty, her youthful allure was waning, and so was her income.

Sensing the impending crisis, Jenny knew she needed a more stable support system. Marrying rich was her ticket out.

But finding a wealthy suitor from her

karaoke admirers was a tall order.

The wealthy men who frequenet

her workplace seldom viewed

women of her profession as marriage material, seeking only temporary entertainment.

Her social circle offered no prospects beyond the karaoke bar, leaving her with few options to meet someone of means. And the

ordinary guys that did show

interest? Hardly worth considering.

Could they provide her with luxury

brands or a carefree, affluent lifestyle?

When Ileana approached her with a plan, Jenny saw her golden opportunity. She would snag Nanson, leapfrogging into the high society as the envied wife of a wealthy man.

And so, Jenny eagerly agreed to play her part in Ileana's plot, ready to bring their performance to life.

Ileana glanced at Jenny, her tone serious. "Jenny, it's lonely at the top. We're at a critical moment, and you can't afford to slip up and let Nanson catch on. Otherwise, all our efforts will be for nothing!" Jenny nodded, a sly glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, Ileana. I've got this."

Who was Jenny?

She'd been navigating the world of men since she was sixteen, mastering the art of deception.

Pretending was second nature to her, knowing just how to capture a man's attention and keep him hooked.

And with her insight into Nanson's preferences, adopting his habits as her own was a simple task.