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

Other drivers

in amazement at the car speeding

"Impressive!"

their phones to record the

Nanson was left speechless.

a

surprise, Anthea had managed

experienced driver, Nanson knew that such a maneuver was

dear niece, did you really just get your driver's license?" Nanson

Anthea nodded slightly.

swallowed hard,

speed limits, the car flew by

they

"Annie, remember to drive slower. My points for the year are almost all used

careful in Pellonia,

Nanson waved

Anthea didn't head

way

the security at the entrance

sitting in the living room watching

voice, she thought

when she looked up-oh

really

nearly jumped out of her seat.

"Mrs. Christensen."

drinks. "And tell that new pastry chef

"Yes, ma'am."

warmly. "Ann, why

prepared more treats! It's so hot today,