Novel Squares
Chapter 90
After a while, she sent over her completed work with a message, “Done! Please hit the ‘Complete Task‘ button if everything looks good.”
The person on the other side of the screen was gobsmacked.
What a true professional!
Tasks that would take a regular Joe a week to finish, the professional had nailed in half an
hour.
“Thanks a lot! You’re a genius!”
No sooner had he sent the message than he received a notification that the professional had accepted his friend request.
“Holy smokes! The master added me as a friend!” He couldn’t help but plant a big smooch on the young woman next to him.
“We’re almost at my place. It’s my mom’s birthday today. Can you tone it down a bit?” The young woman said with a laugh, “Which master has got you this hyped?”
“It’s Phoenix–YC! The wunderkind our research institute calls the master!”
“No way! Let me see!”
“Seriously! Look!”
Before long, the car pulled up, and the driver announced, “Ms. Stella, we’re here.”
The young woman handed back the phone and stepped out, saying, “Send me a screenshot of your friend list. I want to show off on my socials. They’re gonna be so jealous!”
This was Phoenix–YC, a master at their research institute! Getting even a sliver of connection with Phoenix–YC would be a monumental honor.
“Will do.”
After they got out, the young woman straightened her boyfriend’s tie before ringing the doorbell. The door was answered by none other than Elaine.
“Mom!”
“Stella!” Elaine beamed, then turned to look at the young man by Stella’s side.
Stella looped her arm through the young man’s, “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Oakley Bingham.”
Oakley adjusted his glasses out of habit, “Pleased to meet you. Just Oakley is fine.”
Elaine had heard about Oakley before, but seeing him in person, he was even more handsome than in photos. What mattered most was his background.
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Oakley was a rich kid with royalty.
“Nice to meet you too. Stella, bring him in! Oakley, thanks for your gifts!”
Once in the living room, Stella started introducing everyone to Oakley. When she got to Anthea, she paused slightly.
Elaine chimed in. “Stella, this is Anthea, your Aunt Carole’s daughter.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
At that, a mocking glint flashed in Stella’s eyes, “Oh, so you’re Anthea! Nice to meet you. I’m Stella, and this is my boyfriend Oakley.”
Anthea looked up from her phone and said with a polite smile, “Nice to meet you.”
Oakley was momentarily taken aback by Anthea. His eyes lit up.
He hadn’t expected Stella to have such a pretty cousin.
Stella frowned subtly, thinking to herself that Anthea as a mistress‘ daughter sure knew how to turn heads!
She held Oakley’s arm a bit tighter, curious, “Rebecca mentioned you and said you can hardly recognize any of the letters in the alphabet. Is that true?”
Realizing her tone might have been inappropriate, she quickly added, “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m just
curious.”
Anthea smiled slightly, looking down at Stella from her perch. “I’m just an ordinary person and can’t compare to you.”
Stella shook off the feeling that she saw a mocking coldness in Anthea’s eyes.
It must be her imagination. How could a nobody have such a gaze?
Stella was the golden girl, and Anthea was nothing but a pity case in her presence!
Elaine, standing nearby, interjected, “Stella, you and Oakley must be tired from the ride. Why don’t you show him to the guest room upstairs to rest?”
“Sure.” Stella nodded, leading Oakley upstairs.
Upstairs, Oakley’s curiosity got the better of him, “So, what’s the deal with Anthea? You act like you barely know her.”
Stella offhandedly replied, “Oh, her? She’s a love child of Aunt Carole! She’s also a fake heiress. from the Morris family they just acknowledged recently.”
Oakley turned intrigued, “Is Anthea the one who’s clueless about everything?”
Being from the same social circles, Oakley had certainly heard of Anthea’s notoriety.
Stella nodded affirmatively. “Yep, that’s her! I heard her high school diploma was bought and paid for by the Morris family. She’s lucky they picked her up by mistake. If she’d stayed with Aunt Carole, she probably wouldn’t have made it past middle school!”