From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 295

Chapter 295

In the quaint little town of Springville, there was nothing quite as coveted as the rare emerald grapes. Unlike the common grapes sold by the pound at the local market, these green-gemmed delights were auctioned off individually. At the last auction, a single emerald cherry fetched an astonishing $55,000, prompting some to joke that one wasn't simply indulging in fruit but acquiring a small mansion instead. Given the off-season rarity, Karen clutched her box of emerald grapes like a treasure. Typically, she wouldn't even let her husband so much as glance at them, but today she was uncharacteristically generous. "Do you realize what you have here?" Anthea exclaimed, marveling at the full box of grapes. She delicately scored the thin skin of one with her pinkie nail, and with a satisfying "zip," the creamy flesh peeked out from its blushing green shell, releasing a sweet fragrance into the air.

Taking a small bite, she reveled in the burst of juice and the exceptional flavor-a refined sweetness far surpassing that of ordinary grapes.

"These are divine, Mrs. Christensen! Are these the famous emerald grapes?" Anthea asked, turning to Karen with delight.

Karen nodded eagerly, "Yeah, Annie! How do they taste?"

"Absolutely delicious!" Anthea smiled.

face, after all!

"Oh no, Mrs. Christensen,

down. "Let him do it. What's a

target of their teasing, could

plate, and Sherman, setting aside his reluctance, took up the task of peeling the grapes with the focus

of tasting grapes peeled by Sherman's own hands, an experience neither she nor

Anthea would charm Sherman, and sure enough, there he was, diligently peeling grapes. If Sherman wasn't taken with Anthea, he would've excused himself

wash his hands. Karen followed him out of the room, cornering him

something?" Sherman asked, drying his hands with a

eager to get to the point. "What do you think of