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

Nanson couldn't help but marvel as he approached Little White, taking in every detail with an incredulous look. Clearly, this was not the vacuum cleaner he had bought before.

"This one seems a bit larger than the old one, doesn't it?" Nanson remarked

Anthea, pulling a drumstick from a bucket of fried chicken, replied, "Yeah, the old one was too short and kind of just blended into the background, so I decided to repurpose some old paint cans and sheet metal we had lying around.”

It was only when Nanson saw the paint brand label still attached to Little White that he truly believed Anthea hadn't been pulling his leg. She had actually built this herself. From the simplest of parts, she had assembled a top-tier robot. His niece was incredibly talented!

Nanson inspected Little White from every angle. Feeling Nanson's gaze, Little White glided back half a meter. "Master, I know I'm the epitome of beauty, but you staring at me like this is making me blush!"

The epitome of beauty? Nanson was at a loss for words. He finally understood why Little White seemed so familiar — it reminded him of Anthea. Both were equally self-assured.

After dinner, the duo set off for the company. "Take care, dear masters. Be safe on your way, and Little White will be here waiting for your return," Little White said, escorting them to the door.

"Goodbye," Nanson waved. "Goodbye," Little White replied, closing the door. Staring at the closed door, Nanson exclaimed, "This robot's smarter than I thought! Anthea, how did you put it together?"

"It's pretty straightforward! Just some programming, setting up the software, and then organizing the execution, control, and storage commands, along with a few other instructions," Anthea explained as if it were nothing.

If only she had better materials, she could have built an even smarter vacuum cleaner! To Anthea, it was simple, but Nanson was utterly baffled. "My dear niece, you're amazing!" It took Nanson a moment to find the words. Anthea's response was modest, "It's just a makeshift solution for now.” If only she had more time to refine and improve the equipment.

Nanson was speechless. A makeshift solution? This intelligent vacuum cleaner was just a stopgap to Anthea? He realized he was out of his depth in the world of tech geniuses.

As they spoke, they reached the underground parking lot. Nanson unlocked his'car and opened the driver's doar, It had been a while since Anthea had driven, and she was itching to get behind the wheel agai Unfortunately, she hadn't gotte n her driver's license. yet, so she settled into the passenger seat, planning to get her license after her exams.

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Nanson was an excellent driver, and soon they arrived at the company:~ headquarters, Following Nansen inside, they immediately becarne the center of attention. a

"Holy cow! Isn't that President Yeager's daughter? She's gorgeous! Looks a lot like President Yeager!”

"Are you kidding? President Yeager doesn't even have a girlfriend, let alone a daughter!"

"Oh, right..."

"Then who is she?"

It wasn't until Anthea called out "Uncle" that everyone understood. She was President Yeager's niece. No wonder she was so beautiful.

Anthea followed Nanson to his third-floor office, where his secretary, Helena, was organizing documents for an afternoon meeting.

"Helena, this is my niece Anthea. She'll be joining us for the meeting with TQAEON's representatives this afterneon. Could you bring the: proposal for Anthea to review?" Nanson introduced. t&" odNôvelDrama.Org © content.

Helena was taken aback. How old was Anthea? Eighteen? Was she really going to understand the proposal? Helena thought Nanson might be joking...

Seeing Helena frozen in place, Nanson urged, "Helena, what are you waiting for? Go get the proposal!” "Yes, President Yeager!" Helena snapped out of it and quickly fetched the document.

"Ms. Yeager," she said, handing it over.

"Thank you," Anthea took the proposal, scanned it quickly, and handed it back. "I'm done."

Helena was stunned. That was it? Did she actually grasp what the proposal was about?

Nanson then asked, "Anthea, do you see any issues with the proposal?"