From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )
Chapter 320

"Mr. Yeager, what a pleasure to meet you."

Nanson continued, "Discussing business in the lobby isn't ideal. How about we move to a private room? Excuse me, do you have any available?"

"Of course, gentlemen, please follow me this way," the server replied, leading the way.

Ileana stood frozen in shock.

What was going on?

Had she heard right? Did that man just call Nanson, Mr. Yeager?

Had Nanson hit the big time?

Swallowing hard, Ileana recalled the designer suit Nanson was wearing, something not even ten grand could buy.

Lance owned a similar suit, treating it like a treasure, hardly ever wearing it.

She couldn't remember how she made it back to her seat.

"Hey, babe, you're here," Lance said, wrapping his arm around Ileana, oblivious to what had just happened. Looking at Lance's pudgy hand and then thinking back to Nanson in his sharp suit made Ileana's stomach turn. She had left Nanson because he was broke, but now that he seemed to be Mr. Yeager, she had to get back with him!

But she wasn't entirely sure yet if Nanson was just putting on a show, so she couldn't break things off with Lance just yet.

With that thought, Ileana turned to Lance with a smile, "Lance, I've got plans with my bestie to go shopping. Why don't you head back? I'll come over to your place tonight!"

"Why go back? I can come with you two," Lance offered.

"No way!" Ileana cooed, laying it on thick. "Lance, it's a girl thing. Imagine we're shopping for lingerie or something. I might be fine, but my friend would be so embarrassed with you there."

No man can resist a woman's charm.

Lance, thoroughly charmed, stood up, "Alright, I'll wait for you at home then."

"Sounds good," Ileana pecked Lance on the cheek.

Once Lance was gone, Ileana sat in the café until she saw Nanson and a man named Mr. Cash leave the private room, all smiles.

Nanson even got into a brand-new Mercedes on his way out!

The latest model, worth no less than three hundred grand.

Ileana managed to contain her excitement and didn't approach Nanson right away. Instead, she hailed a cab to discreetly follow Nanson's car. After all, luxury cars could be rented.

Who knew if Nanson was just putting on a show!

Soon, Nanson's car stopped in front of the QuickSend Parcels headquarters.

Ileana frowned.

So, after all that, Nanson was just a courier!

And here she thought he had made it big!

Just then, Ileana saw two people, looking very much like assistants, approach Nanson with respect, even taking his briefcase.

What was going on?

As she watched them disappear into the office, Ileana's confusion deepened.

Determined to get to the bottom of this, Ileana got out of the cab and followed them inside.

The lobby was lavishly decorated.

As soon as she entered, a receptionist approached, "Ma'am, how may I assist you?"

Ileana scanned the interior before asking, "Is Nanson one of your employees?"

"Do you mean Mr. Yeager?" the receptionist replied with a smile. "Mr. Yeager is our CEO."

What?

Nanson was the CEO of this courier company?

Ileana was dumbstruck.

"You're not joking, are you?" she pressed.

"Ma'am, I wouldn't joke about something like this. Are you here to see Mr. Yeager?" the receptionist inquired.

Ileana nodded eagerly.

She needed to see Nanson right away!

If Nanson was the CEO, then she could be the CEO's wife.

The thought filled her with elation.

She was about to join the ranks of the elite!

"Fantastic!" Ileana thought.

"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked.

An appointment?

Indeed, becoming a CEO really did change things. Even a meeting required scheduling now.