From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 480

Despite the high-speed journey, there wasn't a hint of awkwardness in the car.

Everything that needed to be said had been said. Anthea pressed down on the gas pedal with determination. "Uncle, hold on tight! We're setting off now!"

Nanson swallowed nervously, a hint of tension creeping into his voice. "Annie, maybe I should drive? You can find a ride back later."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The speed was exhilarating!

Even Nanson, a seasoned driver, wouldn't dare to drive this aggressively.

Anthea was truly fearless, like a young bull charging without fear.

"Annie, slow down a bit, you're going too fast," Nanson urged.

"Isn't this slow enough?" Anthea glanced back at Nanson, her eyes reflecting genuine confusion.

"Isn't it fast enough?" Nanson's eyes widened as he glanced at the speedometer, his face turning pale. "It's already 75 miles per hour!"

Anthea replied with a calm tone, "Only 75 miles per hour."

"Only?" Nanson was astonished. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Anthea laughed lightly. "Relax, I know what I'm doing," she assured him, even as she pressed the accelerator further.

"Annie! There's a car ahead! Slow down! Slow down!"

"Don't worry!" Anthea's expression remained composed as she deftly handled the steering wheel.

With a graceful maneuver, she smoothly overtook the car in front.

of the overtaken car, thinking he was seeing things, immediately rolled down his window

Other drivers

gaped in amazement at

"Impressive!"

even pulled out their phones to record

Nanson was left speechless.

braced himself for a collision, ready for

surprise, Anthea had

a maneuver was something only

get

Anthea nodded slightly.

hard, suppressing his

without speed

long, they

slower. My points for the year are

in Pellonia, and

Nanson waved goodbye to

leaving the airport, Anthea didn't head home right

she made her way to the Christensen

at the entrance promptly opened

in the living

voice, she thought she was

she looked up-oh

really

thrilled she nearly jumped out of

"Mrs. Christensen."

drinks. "And tell that new pastry chef to

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ann, why didn't

have prepared more treats! It's so hot today, you must