From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 439

Legs crossed elegantly.

Back straight as an arrow.

No matter the time or place, he always carried himself with discipline, standing tall like a pine tree, sitting firm like a bell.

Despite his professed Christian faith, evident from the red rosary he twirled in his fingers, his aura screamed of a sovereign, commanding respect from the highest echelons. Anthea, blessed with sharp vision, could spot from afar that he was reading a paper filled with French articles.

It was The Guardian.

She found it amusing that a capitalist like him would fancy such a publication. Raising an eyebrow, she initiated a conversation, "Good morning."

"Morning," Sherman replied, looking up slightly. "You're up early, aren't you?"

"Just off for a run," Anthea tapped her headphones.

Sherman nodded, then added, "What would you like for breakfast?"

"You're cooking?" Anthea's eyebrow arched higher.

"There are sandwiches and milk in the fridge, just heat them up in the microwave. If you're not in the mood for sandwiches, I've also got English muffins and oatmeal." Anthea pondered for a moment, "I'll go with the sandwich and milk."

"Alright then."

"I'll head out for my run now."

"Take care."

The air was crisp at six in the morning on the island, the gentle sea breeze mingled with the chirping of birds creating a serene atmosphere.

The island wasn't too large; a full lap took roughly an hour.

As Anthea jogged around, she marveled at the rich flora and fauna, spotting several wild rabbits and goats along the way.

Wild goats!

meat was enticing; these animals, never having fed on anything but the lush

imagination. The thought of biting into a crispy, golden lamb chop made her mouth water.

tree, scheming on how to catch one of those plump

alive was out of the

some thought, she decided

she took aim at

Whoosh!

Thud!

hit its mark, and the goat collapsed, eyes closed, legs twitched, and it was

approached, hoisted the goat over her

operation was smooth, without a wrinkle

about to head out

on her shoulder, a sizable

What was that?

A goat?

was stunned, almost thinking

out

did she end

be at least over a hundred

did she manage

looked at Sherman,

"A goat?"

"Exactly!" Anthea continued, "This

fatty is going to make

roast and

swnov

won't get

his rosary,

nodded, "Just ran

He had

of high social standing often flocked to