From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 52

Sherman's tone was casual as he asked. "What if she doesn’t show up tomorrow?"

Daniel gritted his teeth and replied, "Then it's a four-canned herring bet!" Daniel was so bold because he was sure Anthea would come.

After all, Anthea had already caught Sherman's eye early on, and it made no sense for her to bail at such a critical moment.

Sherman nodded slightly. "Alright, let's bet on it once more."

"Don't worry, Sherman. I won't let you down this time," Daniel said with a grin, keeping pace with Sherman.

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Elsewhere, Anthea and Nanson were walking home in the moonlight.

The moon's gentle glow cast a silvery sheen on them.

"Uncle Nanson, you get up for work at dawn every day. There's no need for you to pick me up anymore. I can make it home on my own," Anthea said.

Nanson frowned. "How can I let that happen? A young lady walking home alone at night is dangerous! What if you run into trouble? Who's going to protect you?"

"I can protect myself," Anthea replied with a smile.

Nanson glanced at her and said speechlessly, "With those skinny arms and legs of yours, someone could lift you with one hand. You protecting yourself is..."

Although Anthea was tall, she was slender. Nanson often thought that on a windy day, he should put a few stones in Anthea's pockets to prevent her from being blown away by the gusts.

"We'll see it," Anthea said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Nanson shook his head helplessly, "You're all talk, kiddo."

A short distance away, a group of guys huddled together, their flickering cigarettes illuminating their faces as they shared crude jokes.

Under the moonlight and streetlamps, they noticed Anthea and Nanson approaching. One of them quickly tossed his cigarette, "Jack! Jack! Look over there!"