From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 348

Chapter 348

Anthea was never one to seek the spotlight. But with Rebecca nipping at her heels, refusing to let up, Anthea decided it was time to show her what real talent looked like! She scoffed at Rebecca's amateurish handwriting. Anthea hadn't even considered it a challenge.

Rebecca was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't expected Anthea to suddenly accept the challenge. Was Anthea desperately flailing for a win? After all, Anthea had grown up in the prestigious Morris family, receiving the finest education, only to be labeled a failure by everyone. Yet here was Rebecca, who had clawed her way out of the slums, shining brightly! She was leagues ahead of Anthea!

With that thought, Rebecca's lips curled into a smug smile, reveling in her perceived victory. A flower, after all, shines brighter against a backdrop of leaves. And at this moment, she considered herself the most radiant flower of all!

Gloria watched Anthea with a sneer, "Everyone in Cloudcrest knows about Ms. Yeager's reputation. If you're not up to the task, Ms. Yeager, maybe you shouldn't waste everyone's time." It was downright embarrassing! A failure who couldn't even hold a pen properly, daring to challenge Rebecca in calligraphy? Completely delusional!

"Seeing is believing, Ms. Davenport. Even someone from a distinguished background should understand such a simple concept," Anthea replied, looking towards Daniel. "Could Mr. Robinson please fetch me another pen?"

and quickly had a servant prepare another pen. Soon, the

the table, holding a pen in each hand. She leaned forward slightly, dipping the pens into the ink. A strand of hair playfully fell across her face, adding to her charm. The crowd was

What's she

"Two pens at once?"

really going for it with both

She's

failure who couldn't even fully recognize characters, how could she possibly manage this? Not even the most renowned calligraphers could achieve such a

to save

were ready to witness Anthea's humiliation. Some even took out their phones, ready to share Anthea's failure on

having dipped her pens in ink, straightened up and began to write with both hands, her movements as fluid as flowing water. From a distance, her actions even carried a