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.

an exception. And she was just a

At that moment, Nana çame dashing over.

head away smoothly, breaking

a phone,

aside to a quieter spot for

a sip of his drink, his right

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Anthea, are you? Dant asked with

in the warm light, looking every ban the aristocrat, cloaked

is playing tricks. You can’t fall for

fearing Sherman might

family, Sherman was a catch. There

pure–hearted as Rebecca, who seemed utterly unfazed by Sherman’s prestigious

Anthea who doesn’t need to play games,

excellent match

was no telling if those were Anthea’s

a

they might have made good

Mr. Christensen had yet to realize that no

in his life.

the verge of

so astute. Why couldn’t he see