From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 122

handled the coffeepot with the grace of a ballet dancer from grabbing it to setting it own on the table, the entire act didn’t take more than 20 seconds.

To an onlooker, it might have seemed like just a brief moment, but only someone like Sherman, a connoisseur of poise and precision, could appreciate the difficulty of such a feat.

Moreover, the pot was filled with scalding hot coffee, yet she managed not to burn herself, nor did she spill a single drop.

Her movements flowed as elegantly as a river, a testament to her skill.

“Thank you,” Anthea said, slightly lowering her gaze to meet Sherman. Sparks flew in that fleeting encounter, ripples of a potential beginning, but they vanished just as quickly as they had appeared,

Anthea had an excellent memory.

At the sight of those eyes, she promptly recalled the man she had seen at the Morris family gala the other night.

Considering Rebecca’s recent behavior, it dawned on her that the little performance was probably for his benefit.

This man had the air of someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth, someone not to be taken lightly.

Rebecca was clearly aiming high.

Sherman paused for a moment, momentarily taken aback.

Back in his youth, he had made a name for himself with a steely resolve, and although years of charitable work and clean living had softened his edge, few could hold his gaze for more than three seconds, not even his business associates who often deliberately avoided eye contact with him.

And she was just a

At that moment, Nana

Anthea turned her head away smoothly, breaking

her a phone,

stepped aside to a quieter spot for the

of his drink, his right hand absently tracing the contours of

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you’re not falling for Anthea, are you? Dant asked

features bathed in the warm light,

tricks. You can’t fall for

worried, fearing Sherman

was a catch. There

was as innocent and pure–hearted as Rebecca, who seemed utterly

of Anthea who doesn’t need to play

match indeed, but he wasn’t Marriage and children were

no telling if those were

was just a

she were older, they might

Mr. Christensen had yet to realize that no woman had ever

in his life.

on the

astute. Why couldn’t he see