From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 485

The table was laden with comforting dishes: a hearty stew, freshly steamed fish, sautéed mushrooms with greens, and a rich pot roast. Nanson, having spent three days in Pellonia subsisting on the local cuisine, was visibly excited to see such a familiar spread. He couldn't help but swallow back a wave of nostalgia.

Delicious!

Absolutely mouthwatering.

He glanced over to Sherman's side.

What was that plate of green stuff?

Salad?

Nanson furrowed his brow ever so slightly.

"Let me help you with that," Sherman offered, picking up Nanson's plate with a smile.

Sherman's desire to please Nanson was clear, knowing full well that keeping him happy was always a good strategy.

Witnessing this scene, Sherman's assistant was dumbfounded.

He even wondered if he was seeing things.

Having worked alongside Sherman for so long, he had never seen him act so deferential.

Was he really feeding someone else?

Who was this Mr. Yeager, anyway?

he be some kind of hidden

no, it's okay. My head's

manage

that, he took the plate from

returned to his

his mouth with a napkin. “Mr. Yeager, I have a few things to handle this afternoon. Lacy will be here to assist you. Just let him

forward promptly, "Hello Mr. Yeager,

don't need to be babysat, and Lacy

securing a key contact for

endured far worse injuries in

setback was nothing

arranged everything.

Nanson was taken aback.

was supposed to negotiate was with a major company in

really handle it

help but

was influential back home,

have such

Lacy, "Make sure you take good care of Mr.

count on

stood up, glancing at Nanson, Counting his rosary beads as he spoke, “A concussion is no small issue. Focus on your recovery. If you need anything, just

tone was calm yet carried

was left speechless, unable to voice any objections, as he watched

departed, Nanson wanted to settle his medical

was Pellonia, after all, not back home; he didn't want to impose on Sherman

Christensen was insistent that you