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.

he was seeing things, immediately rolled down his

Other drivers

road gaped in amazement at

"Impressive!"

out their phones to record the

Nanson was left speechless.

for a collision,

surprise, Anthea had managed to avoid

an experienced driver, Nanson knew that such a maneuver was something only

get your driver's license?"

Anthea nodded slightly.

swallowed hard, suppressing

road without speed limits, the car

they reached the

My points for the year

Be careful in Pellonia,

Nanson waved goodbye

leaving the airport, Anthea didn't

she made her way to the

visit, and the security at

in the living room

voice, she

she looked up-oh

really

thrilled she nearly jumped

"Mrs. Christensen."

the maid to bring some fruit and drinks. "And tell that new pastry chef to prepare

"Yes, ma'am."

Anthea's hand warmly. "Ann, why didn't you

prepared more treats! It's so hot today, you must be exhausted. Come,