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.

today, he had found an exception. And

moment, Nana

Anthea turned her head

handed her a phone, “Ann,

and stepped aside

watched her go, then took a sip of his drink, his right hand absently tracing the contours of a silver

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Anthea, are you? Dant asked

light, looking

playing tricks. You can’t fall for her

was genuinely worried, fearing Sherman might

Christensen family, Sherman was a catch. There were plenty of women

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

to play games, Sherman

an excellent match indeed, but he

was no telling if those

was just a

they might

this point, Mr. Christensen had yet to realize that no

in his life.

the verge of

so astute. Why couldn’t he see through