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

Chapter 272

He had been in the game for years, never taking a fall.

It was no different this time. He wouldn't lose to some chick!

Just now, he had intentionally sprinted into this dead-end alley because it was a blind spot for the cameras and his turf.

The chick was easy on the eyes and probably even better in other ways!

With that thought, a sleazy grin spread across the man's face in black.

Since she liked sticking her nose where it didn't belong, she couldn't blame him for what was coming!

At that moment, the man in black pulled a gleaming switchblade from his pocket and stood up. He approached Anthea step by step. Meanwhile, three or four other men, also clad in black, silently appeared behind Anthea, cutting off any chance of retreat.

Anthea was totally trapped. There was no way out.

With her arms crossed, Anthea watched the man in black advance toward her.

She didn’t show a hint of fear on her face. Instead, a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth.

The man in black frowned.

Why wasn't she running?

Wouldn't a girl usually bolt in this situation?

Why wasn't Anthea moving?

Had she been scared stiff?

That was most likely.

The man in black reached Anthea and sneered, "Sweetheart, listen. If you know what's good for you, you'll play nice with us boys tonight. We'll promise you a good time, or else, heh heh..."

His cronies behind him joined in with leering, ominous laughter.

Lust glinted in their eyes.

Anthea's lips curved up slightly. "Or else what?"

"Or this?" When she finished her sentence, Anthea grabbed the man in black by the throat and lifted him off the ground, "Or maybe this? Huh?"

Everything froze, the thugs behind Anthea growing weak-kneed with terror.

She was lifting a grown man off his feet!

That was downright terrifying!

The man's legs flailed wildly, his face turning the color of liver.

In that instant, he felt Death's presence right beside him, ready to whisk him away.

"Why so quiet? You had plenty to say a moment ago," Anthea tightened her grip.

The man in black looked at Anthea, his face twisted with pain and fear, and he gasped out, "I, I won't... do it again..."

He was scared.

He'd thought he was dealing with a pretty little thing, but she was more like a demon in disguise.

Anthea slowly turned to the group behind her. "And you?"

The thugs, who were scared out of their wits, fell to their knees. "We won't do it again, we swear! Mercy, lady, mercy!"

Only then did Anthea casually release the man in black.

Thud! He hit the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Thank you, thank you, miss!"

"Hand it over."

The man quickly pulled an exquisite purse out of his coat.

Anthea took the purse. "If I find anything missing, do you believe I have a hundred ways to finish you off?"

"Everything's there, I swear!" He wasn't about to tempt fate by crossing this fierce woman.

With the purse in hand, Anthea quickly returned to where she had come from.

The middle-aged woman in the cocktail dress was still waiting there. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Ma'am, is this your purse?"

The woman hadn't expected Anthea to retrieve it.

Surprised, she looked at Anthea. "Yes, yes, that's mine!"

Anthea didn't immediately hand it over but said, "I apologize, but until I can verify that you're the owner, I can't give it to you. Does it have a phone inside?"

She recognized the purse. She had one just like it.

It was a gift from Kendrick. And its retail price was up to six figures.

The woman smiled. "You're conscientious, dear. Yes, it’s my purse, and my phone is inside. It unlocks with facial recognition. Just point it at my face, and it will unlock."

Anthea nodded, unzipped the purse, and pulled out the phone. "I hope you don't mind."

When the phone's camera faced the woman, it unlocked.

Satisfied that the purse and the phone belonged to the woman, Anthea returned them.

The woman looked at Anthea with a smile. "You have a strong sense of responsibility! By the way, how did you catch that thief?"

Upon closer examination, she was stunned.

The girl was stunningly beautiful.

She always thought she looked young for her age, almost like a sister next to her son.

But this girl was something else entirely!

She was radiant and seemingly flawless.

She looked as if she was the goddess of a painting.