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!

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

from her imagination. The thought of biting into a crispy, golden

a tree,

was out of

thought, she decided on

took aim at

Whoosh!

Thud!

and the goat collapsed, eyes

goat over her shoulder,

smooth, without

about to head out when he

shoulder, a sizable

What was that?

A goat?

thinking

out for a

she end up with

goat looked to be at least over

manage to

at Sherman, "Guess

"A goat?"

"Exactly!" Anthea continued, "This

fatty is going to make

and lamb

swnov

won't get

his rosary, "You caught

nodded, "Just

was taken aback. He had never seen anything

social standing often flocked to