Anathea was panting, her brows slightly furrowed. “Ah, so you’re this skilled. Were you just holding back when you played with Mr. Smith earlier?”
“Of course! Look at him! He can’t even serve properly, he even missed some shots! And you people think you’re something! How dare you act tough in front of me? If I’m bad at it, then practice more? You should say that to yourselves!”
“Oh? Is that so?” Anathea smiled. “So, you were acting when you played with Mr. Smith earlier? That must’ve been exhausting, ”
Frederick froze because, at that moment, he felt a chill sweep over him.
He turned his head stiffly, meeting Emory’s cold, dark stare.
He had gotten too carried away during the match–Anatliea liad set him up.
Frederick clenched his teeth but quickly forced a respectful expression as he approached Emory. “Mr. Smith, I can explain “Save it!” Emory cut him off sharply. “You’re better than me, fine. But don’t bother humbling yourself to play with me again.” “No-“Frederick tried to speak, but Anathea stepped in, returning the racket to Emory with a pleasant smile.
“Mr. Smith, shall we talk about the wedding plan now?”
“Absolutely.” Emory sighed and got up. Without sparing Frederick another glance, he walked off with Anathea.
As Anathea left, she glanced back at Frederick with an arched brow
“Damn it!” Frederick slammed the racket to the ground.
“Anathea, you just wait!”
After finalizing the wedding plans with Emory, Anathea asked again, “So, we’re going with all white roses for the decorations? Should we double–check with Ms. Doyle?”
“No need.” Emory waved his hand.
“White roses are her absolute favorite. Of course, the wedding should be decorated in the color she loves. Just follow the plan.”
Anathea nodded and sent the finalized list to Evangeline.
Once Emory left, Lena finally let out a long breath.
“As expected from the wedding of an international celebrity–200 thousand white roses! That’s fancy, though they sure have a
lot of demands.”
They had revised the plan multiple times before finally settling on this version.
“Even with all the demands, we still have to do our best,” Anathea uttered as she gave Lena a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“Ms. Doyle is basically a national goddess. She has a huge influence. If we pull this off, it’s going to be amazing publicity for us. That’s way more effective than subway ads.”
“Got it,” Lena stated seriously.
As Anathea removed her wristbands, Lena leaned in curiously. “I didn’t know you knew how to play tennis, Nat.”
Anathea smiled. “I learned it a long time ago, but I haven’t played in ages. My stamina isn’t what it used to be. You don’t have to play perfectly. You just need to be good enough.”
Had she crushed Frederick with pure strength from the start, the outcome wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying.
Chapter 479
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People didn’t hate those who were better than them. They hated it when someone was better but still toyed with them. No one enjoyed being played like a fool.
Even Frederick had gotten upset, so how could Emory, who had also been toyed with, possibly be in a good mood?
“That makes so much sense!” Lena exclaimed in admiration. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Anathea, full of respect and awe
From this moment on, she had officially become Anathea’s biggest fan.
Anathea felt a little uncomfortable under Lena’s overly direct gaze.’It’s getting late. Let’s go back to the office.”
“Okay!” Lena immediately followed behind Anathea.
Just then, Thomas arrived at the door to pick them up.
As Anathea reached for the door handle, the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside. A tall, elegant figure appeared before her.
Anathea paused mid–step.
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