From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 479

The man sitting across from Anthea had an air of sophistication about him, like someone who had received an excellent education.

As Anthea picked up a drumstick, she asked curiously, "Doesn't seeing me devour this big drumstick stir any feelings in you at all?"

"Is there a difference between a drumstick and a salad?" Sherman raised an eyebrow subtly.

Anthea replied, "A drumstick is meat! Aren't you the least bit curious about what it tastes like?"

Sherman took a sip of his soup, "To me, their only purpose is to fill the stomach." Anthea took a bite of her drumstick, "You're quite the enigma! You earn so much money, yet you neither indulge nor enjoy. What's the point?"

Sherman looked up at Anthea, his deep-set eyes as inscrutable as a midnight sky. "I used to wonder about that myself, but now I know."

"So, what's your deal?" Anthea prodded.

"That's a secret," Sherman said, setting down his spoon and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Despite his relaxed posture, he exuded an innate elegance, and with Anthea sitting across from him, they drew more than a few curious glances.

After they finished their meal, Sherman drove Anthea home.

As they pulled up, Sherman noticed someone standing there-Nanson-holding what appeared to be a metal pipe.

When Anthea got out of the car, Nanson hurried over.

"Uncle, what brings you here?" she asked.

Nanson, still holding the pipe, grinned, "Annie, I recently learned a couple of new martial arts moves. Let me show you!"

Martial arts moves? Anthea looked at Nanson, puzzled.

"This isn't aimed at anyone in particular, just trying to

of martial arts moves, concluding with a flourish as he

thinking of messing with his beloved niece would end up like

Nanson indirectly warning him?

"So, Mr. Christensen, what do

"Very impressive," Sherman complimented.

"It's late, so I won't keep you, Mr. Christensen. Safe travels

Sherman nodded slightly.

Anthea by the wrist, Nanson

to Sherman as they disappeared into

vanished did Sherman

leaned the bent pipe against the

did you become so strong,

Nanson flexed his biceps for her,

making it clear he

with.

He added,

After tonight, that Mr.

dare

thoughts about you! Otherwise, he'll end up like that

"You've

open a soda, "Misunderstanding or

...

day arrived

Anthea drove Nanson to the

had just got her

in the passenger seat, was a bit anxious,

should just