Nanson sat back, his skepticism swayed by Anthea's impassioned plea. "Knowledge once learned is yours forever, no one can steal it. Besides, it won't take much of your time, just an hour or two each day." she urged.
As her words sank in, Nanson began to see the light. What if the translator they hired turned out to be a corporate spy? It'd be too late for regrets then. Prevention was better than cure, after all.
He couldn't help but marvel at Annie’s wisdom. Despite her tender years, she seemed to understand so much. Sometimes, Nanson even felt like he wasn’t Anthea's uncle at all, but the other way around.
"Annie, can you set me up with a tutor then?" he asked.
Her smile was slight but triumphant, "You've come around, Nanson?"
He nodded, "I have."
Returning to her room, Anthea fetched a few books and handed them to Nanson, "I bought these for Mom recently and got an extra set just in case. Here, take these. I'll send you the tutor's contact info later, and you can talk to them yourself."
"Thanks," Nanson said, accepting the books.
As he flipped through the pages, he couldn't resist sharing his latest sighting, "Guess what I just saw downstairs, Anthea?"
"What?" Anthea asked.
"A top-of-the-line sports car, a Silverblade, and it's a limited edition."
Anthea remained nonchalant, "So?"
"Do you have any idea how much that Silverblade costs?"
"How much?" she played along.
"You'll drop dead when I tell you." Nanson gestured emphatically, "A billion bucks."
"Okay." Her indifference was palpable.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea )
Update?...
update more frequently with more chapters please...
?????????...