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.

exception. And she was just a

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up?” Anthea turned her head away smoothly, breaking

handed her a phone, “Ann, your phone’s ringing!”

the phone and stepped aside to a

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

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are you? Dant asked with

remained silent, his features bathed in the warm light, looking every ban the aristocrat, cloaked in mystery

You can’t fall for her act

genuinely worried, fearing

Sherman was a catch. There

pure–hearted as Rebecca, who seemed

little of Anthea who doesn’t need to play games, Sherman said coolly “Besides, I’m a bachelor by

he were like any other man, Anthea would be an excellent match indeed, but he wasn’t Marriage and children were never his

those were Anthea’s goals either

a bit

were older, they might have

this point, Mr. Christensen had yet to realize that

in his life.

was on the verge

usually so astute. Why couldn’t