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!

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

and roasted goat legs waved at her from her imagination. The thought of biting into a crispy, golden lamb chop made her

hard, Anthea's pace slowed as she sneaked behind a tree,

it alive was out of

some thought, she decided on a swift

stone, she took

Whoosh!

Thud!

mark, and the goat collapsed,

approached, hoisted the goat over her

whole operation was smooth, without a wrinkle

head out

shoulder,

What was that?

A goat?

almost thinking it was

she out for

end up with

to be at least over

manage

at Sherman, "Guess what I've

"A goat?"

"Exactly!" Anthea continued, "This

going to make

and

swnov

you won't

rosary, "You caught

nodded, "Just ran into

was taken aback. He had never

often flocked to