From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )
Chapter 337

**Revised Translation:**

"Not at all!" My friend shook his head, incredulously. "You know the person in charge there, right? It's Nanson from QuickSend Parcels!"

Bang-

The cigarette slipped from Easton's fingers and landed on the table as he stared at his friend in disbelief. "Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely! My sister works in the upper management at SwiftSend. She told me herself. Could she be lying?"

Easton felt a pounding headache. Just a few hours ago, he had mocked Anthea for chasing pipe dreams. And now, here he was, eating his words.

Standing up, Easton headed for the door.

"Hey! Where are you off to?"

Without looking back, Easton replied, "Going to see Nanson!" He wouldn't believe it until he heard it straight from the horse's mouth.

He just couldn't wrap his head around it. How could TOAEON possibly be partnering with Nanson?

There had to be some mistake!

Soon, Easton arrived at Nanson's office. The receptionist recognized him and let him through without a hitch.

Making his way to Nanson's office, he found Nanson looking surprised to see him sweating profusely. "President Davenport, what brings you here? Is it urgent?"

Easton managed a smile, "Nanson, I heard you secured a partnership with TOAEON! Congratulations!"

Nanson offered Easton a glass of water, courtesy of Helena. "You're quite informed, President Davenport!"

That caught Easton off guard. He'd thought it was a misunderstanding, a little jab to embarrass Nanson a bit.

But no, it was true.

A contract with TOAEON was worth at least seven figures!

And if this turned into a long-term deal, it would be a goldmine.

Jealousy was an understatement!

Now, Easton only regretted not sticking it out with Nanson. If he hadn't walked away, that deal could have been his. Sighing, he finally managed to speak. "Well, congratulations!"

"Thanks, let's have dinner tonight," Nanson offered.

But Easton was curious, "No need for dinner. I'm just wondering, how did you land the TOAEON partnership?"

Nanson was talented, sure, but scoring a deal with TOAEON seemed a stretch.

Nanson chuckled, "You know me, I only know a bit of English. It was mostly my niece who talked with Mr. Lambotte."

"Your niece?" Easton was even more astonished.

Nanson nodded proudly.

Easton was floored. "Your niece, that young girl, she's of age?"

"She's 19!" Nanson said, swelling with pride.

Easton was dumbstruck. To think, a 19-year-old had such prowess!

When he'd spoken with Anthea before, he sensed she was no ordinary young woman. But he hadn't imagined she could clinch a deal like this.

Truly, the younger generation was formidable!

Nanson then mentioned, "President Davenport, your daughter must be around my niece's age, right?"

Easton's daughter was indeed about Anthea's age, but their capabilities were worlds apart. Thinking of his daughter, who only seemed to approach him for money, Easton felt a pang of bittersweet emotion. Some comparisons are just painful.

...

Meanwhile, back in Capital City.

It wasn't until after dinner that Janet remembered Edna. She quickly turned to Delia, "Edna and Darleen are probably still out looking for Gerry. Call her, tell her Gerry's been found, and not to worry!" "Right away, ma'am," Delia responded, though inwardly she was fuming.

Feeling indignant on behalf of Edna.

The nerve!

Edna had been nothing but kind to her, always caring and even preparing nourishing soups daily. Yet, she was only remembered now. Absolutely heartless!

After hanging up, Delia's expression darkened. "There's trouble, ma'am..."