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?

some kind

quickly waved him off, "No, no, it's okay. My head's injured, not

can manage

took the plate from Sherman and began to

returned to

and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Mr. Yeager, I have a few things to

forward promptly, "Hello Mr.

fork, "Really, you go ahead. I don't need to be babysat, and

later. He had spent days securing a key contact for

worse

little setback was nothing in Nanson's

to sense Nanson's thoughts and continued, "You don't need to worry about the contract. I've arranged everything. Someone

Nanson was taken aback.

supposed to negotiate was with a major

really handle it

couldn't help but

Sherman was influential

really have such reach

assistant, Lacy, "Make sure you

can count on

as he spoke, “A concussion is no small issue.

calm yet carried an undeniable

objections, as he watched Sherman

departed, Nanson wanted to settle his medical

all, not back home; he didn't want to impose

uneasy, "Mr. Yeager, Mr. Christensen was insistent that