From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 53

Nanson was in a panic.

Taking a beating was no big deal for him; with his resilient body, he’d bounce back in, at most, three days. But Anthea was a different story. She was delicate and petite, and it could ruin her life forever if she ended up scarred or worse.

And to make matters worse, his headstrong niece had the brains of a block of cheese. Amid all this chaos, she was acting like she owned the place.

They were doomed, completely done for.

Suddenly, the screech of tires pierced the still night.

It was Daniel coming in hot.

From a distance, he’d seen the commotion.

A bunch of brutes picking on a young girl? That was the lowest of the low.

He couldn’t just stand by. It was time to step in and be the hero.

He said, “Sherman, you stay put. I’ll go check this out.”

It was like a scene straight out of a romance novel, like the damsel in distress, her knight in shining armor, swooped in to save the day, and she fell head over heels in gratitude.

The thought had Daniel’s adrenaline spiking, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready for action.

In the backseat, Sherman placed his book of quotes upside down on his lap and peered out the window, his brow furrowed.

He could only see a silhouette, a willowy waist, and long, straight legs.

was something oddly familiar about

pendant, his face

opened the car door

“tsk‘ from her perfect lips,

hand cracked her right knuckles with a

no

Thud!

Simultaneously, Click!

door open, and as he took in the scene before him, he froze, his throat suddenly

thug by the

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to his face with the other. In no time, his cheek bloomed

away?

so much for the

with one hand? Since when could she turn a

feeling the secondhand pain, a hint of sympathy for the

dumbstruck, his eyes as

the heck? Nanson thought he was seeing things. Was

thug on the ground glanced at

switchblade tightly. He sprang up, aiming the

reflected a chilling light under the streetlamp.

before Daniel could even shoot, “Look

“Wham!”