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.

got plans with my bestie to go shopping. Why don't you head back? I'll come over to your

I can come with

Ileana cooed, laying it on thick. "Lance, it's a girl thing. Imagine we're shopping for lingerie or something. I might be fine, but my friend would be

can resist a woman's

I'll wait for

Ileana pecked Lance on the

gone, Ileana sat in the café until she saw Nanson and a man named Mr.

a brand-new Mercedes on his way

no less

contain her excitement and didn't approach Nanson right away. Instead, she hailed a cab to discreetly follow Nanson's car. After

knew if Nanson was just putting on a

stopped in front of the QuickSend

Ileana frowned.

after all that, Nanson was just a

she thought he

like

What was going on?

into the office, Ileana's

of this, Ileana got out of the cab and followed

was lavishly

soon as she entered, a receptionist

interior before asking,

Mr. Yeager?" the receptionist replied with a

What?