From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 255

Nanson sat back, his skepticism swayed by Anthen’s impassioned plen “Knowledge once leamed is yours forever, no one can steal it. Besides, it won’t take much of your time just an hour or two each day” she urged.

As her words sank in, Nanson began to see the light. What if the translator they hired turned out to be a corporate spy? It’d be too late for regrets then. Prevention was better than cure, after all

He couldn’t help but marvel at Annie’s wisdom. Despite her tender years, she seemed to understand so much. Sometimes, Nanson even felt like he wasn’t Anthea’s uncle at all, but the other way around.

“Annie, can you set me up with a tutor then?” he asked.

Her smile was slight but triumphant, “You’ve come around, Nanson?”

He nodded, “I have”

Returning to her room, Anthea fetched a few books and handed them to Nanson, “I bought these for Mom recently and got an extra set just in case. Here, take these. I’ll send you the tutor’s contact info later, and you can talk to them yourself.”

“Thanks,” Nanson said, accepting the books.

As he flipped through the pages, he couldn’t resist sharing his latest sighting, “Guess what I just saw downstairs, Anthea?”

“What?” Anthea asked

top–of–the–line sports car, a Silverblade,

remained nonchalant, “So?”

any idea how

much?” she

I tell you.” Nanson

indifference was

gawked at her. A billion bucks and

her eyes and a

I’ll buy

was left speechless, suspecting bluster but

and it’s got to be some tycoon eg mogul visiting his

own narrative when Anthea cut in, “Wake up, Nanson. The world isn’t full of tycoon

dusk settled, a luxurious sports car was cloaked by the dimming light. Beneath the street lamps, the silhouette of the limited edition Silverblade became just discernible, one of less than ten in

a man’s chiseled profile, his features veiled by the shadowy light, Dressed in a plain, buttoned up coat,

and through the window,