From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 320

Chapter 320

"Mr. Yeager, what a pleasure to meet you."

Nanson continued, "Discussing business in the lobby isn't ideal. How about we move to a private room? Excuse me, do you have any available?"

"Of course, gentlemen, please follow me this way," the server replied, leading the way.

Ileana stood frozen in shock.

What was going on?

Had she heard right? Did that man just call Nanson, Mr. Yeager?

Had Nanson hit the big time?

Swallowing hard, Ileana recalled the designer suit Nanson was wearing, something not even ten grand could buy.

Lance owned a similar suit, treating it like a treasure, hardly ever wearing it.

She couldn't remember how she made it back to her seat.

"Hey, babe, you're here," Lance said, wrapping his arm around Ileana, oblivious to what had just happened. Looking at Lance's pudgy hand and then thinking back to Nanson in his sharp suit made Ileana's stomach turn. She had left Nanson because he was broke, but now that he seemed to be Mr. Yeager, she had to get back with him!

But she wasn't entirely sure yet if Nanson was just putting on a show, so she couldn't break things off with Lance just yet.

Ileana turned to Lance with a smile, "Lance, I've got plans with my bestie to go shopping. Why don't

I can come with you two," Lance

girl thing. Imagine we're shopping for lingerie or something. I might be fine,

can resist a

stood up, "Alright, I'll wait for you at home

good," Ileana pecked Lance on

until she saw Nanson and a man named Mr. Cash leave the private room, all

a brand-new Mercedes

model, worth no less than three hundred

hailed a cab to discreetly follow Nanson's

was just putting

car stopped in front of

Ileana frowned.

that, Nanson was just a

he had made it

then, Ileana saw two people, looking very much like assistants, approach Nanson with

What was going on?

them disappear into the office, Ileana's confusion

to the bottom of this, Ileana got out of the cab

lobby was lavishly

a receptionist approached, "Ma'am, how may I assist

interior before asking, "Is Nanson one of your

Mr. Yeager?" the receptionist replied with a smile. "Mr.

What?