From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 185

Anthea was unflappable, even in this chaotic situation. Sarah couldn't help but admire her cool composure.

Daniel chimed in, "Hey, it's your first time in Capital City, right? C'mon, let me show you around. My treat! It'll be a blast, and you'll get the lay of the land."

"Thanks, but we've already booked a hotel. We appreciate the offer though," Anthea declined graciously.

Sherman spoke up with a casual air, "Our driver's here to pick us up. Ms. Yeager, if you don't mind, we could give you a lift."

As he finished speaking, a sleek stretch limousine pulled up in front of them.

"Well, we'd be fools to turn down that offer."

Capital City traffic was a nightmare, taxis were rare as hen's teeth, and you had to book rideshares in advance. With a ride already at their feet, Anthea saw no reason to refuse.

"After you," Sherman said, opening the car door with the grace of a gentleman, his other hand thoughtfully shielding them from the car's roofline.

"Thank you," Anthea and Sarah said as they slid into the plush interior.

Daniel was gobsmacked. Sherman had never been this considerate with a woman before. Anthea was probably the first girl to ever ride in Sherman's limo.

Could it be... did Sherman have a thing for Anthea? They did seem a good match, but what about Rebecca? Rebecca was kind, a vegetarian, a chess player.

Anthea was impressive, sure, but she was a tech whiz, not a chess player, not a businesswoman, nor a designer, and she definitely wasn't a vegetarian...

Compared to Rebecca, Anthea was just a techie. And Rebecca was the whole package.

So, in Daniel's eyes, Rebecca was the one for Sherman!

Inside the limo, Sarah felt like she was dreaming.

She never imagined that today she'd get a chance to ride in such a luxury car. Her hand clutched Anthea's, slick with nervous sweat.

"Ms. Yeager, which hotel are you staying at?" Sherman's deep voice filled the car.

Anthea glanced up to meet his chiseled profile, the perfect angle to admire his sharp jawline under the white collar and the alluring Adam's apple.

Perhaps it was his regular meditation, but there was a subtle hint of sandalwood about him, which seemed especially pronounced in the confined space of the car.

"We're staying at Signature Silhouette Hotels, on 1788 Bayside Road."