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.

pampered-they're our second face, after

wouldn't hear of it. "Oh no, Mrs. Christensen, I

hand down. "Let him do it. What's a little cherry peeling to someone with hands as

their teasing, could

maid promptly arrived with a clean plate, and Sherman, setting aside his reluctance, took up the task of

by Sherman's own hands, an experience neither she nor even Karen had

glint in her eye. She had suspected that Anthea would charm Sherman, and sure enough, there he was, diligently peeling grapes. If Sherman wasn't taken with Anthea, he

wash his hands. Karen followed him out

asked, drying his hands

get to the point. "What