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.

without seeing her face, there was something oddly familiar

clasped his pendant, his face unreadable.

door and stepped

a “tsk‘

her right knuckles with a

no one could

Thud!

Simultaneously, Click!

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

by the neck with one hand and delivered a

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with the other. In no time,

and walk away? You must be sick of living

was so much for the

when could a fragile damsel lift a man off his feet with one hand? Since

the secondhand pain, a hint of sympathy for the

was dumbstruck, his eyes as wide

thought he was

that moment, a thug on the ground glanced at

tightly. He sprang

a chilling light under

second of action, before Daniel

“Wham!”