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 of hidden

"No, no, it's okay. My head's

can manage by

the plate from Sherman and began to

returned to

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

stepped forward promptly, "Hello

don't need to be babysat, and Lacy can leave too. I feel fine and plan to check out this

had an important business meeting scheduled later. He had spent days securing a key contact for

endured far worse injuries in his

little setback was nothing

about the contract. I've arranged everything. Someone will come by this afternoon to finalize the details. All you

Nanson was taken aback.

negotiate was with a major

really handle

couldn't help but doubt Sherman's

was influential back home, this

really have such reach

Lacy, "Make sure you take good care

count on me," Lacy nodded

spoke, “A concussion is no small issue. Focus on your recovery. If

tone was calm yet carried an undeniable

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

Sherman departed, Nanson wanted to settle his medical

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

that you shouldn't leave the hospital. If anything were to happen to