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.

Sherman and continued, "This isn't aimed at

began demonstrating a series of martial arts moves, concluding with a flourish as he bent the

of messing with his beloved niece

to himself, was Nanson indirectly warning

"So, Mr. Christensen, what do

"Very impressive," Sherman complimented.

so I won't keep you, Mr. Christensen.

Sherman nodded slightly.

Anthea by the wrist, Nanson

waved goodbye to Sherman as they disappeared into the

their forms vanished

home, Nanson leaned the bent

the pipe, "When did

Nanson flexed his

were quite developed, making it clear he wasn't someone

with.

He added,

After tonight, that Mr.

dare have any

about you! Otherwise, he'll end up

laughed, "You've

"Misunderstanding or not, it's

...

next day

the morning, Anthea drove

just got her driver's

sitting in the passenger seat, was a bit

should