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

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

can manage by

took the plate from Sherman and began

returned to

the meal, Sherman put down his fork and wiped 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 know if

forward promptly, "Hello Mr. Yeager,

don't need to be babysat, and Lacy

important business meeting scheduled later. He had spent days securing a key contact for the project and wasn't about to let a minor injury derail his

far worse injuries

was nothing in

seemed to sense Nanson's thoughts and continued, "You don't need to worry about the contract. I've arranged everything. Someone will come by this afternoon to finalize the details.

Nanson was taken aback.

was supposed to negotiate

handle it

couldn't help but doubt Sherman's

influential back home, this was

really have such reach

further instructed his assistant, Lacy, "Make sure you take good care of

you can count on me,"

up, glancing at Nanson, Counting his rosary beads as he spoke, “A concussion is no small

tone was calm yet

objections, as

after Sherman departed, Nanson wanted to settle his

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

somewhat uneasy, "Mr. Yeager, Mr. Christensen was insistent that you shouldn't leave the hospital. If anything were to happen