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

Other drivers

road gaped in amazement

"Impressive!"

their phones to record the

Nanson was left speechless.

for a collision, ready for the

his surprise, Anthea had managed to avoid

that such a maneuver was

get your

Anthea nodded slightly.

swallowed hard, suppressing

road without speed limits, the

long, they

My points for the year are almost all used

Uncle. Be careful in

waved

Anthea didn't head

her way to the

wasn't her first visit, and the security at the

was sitting in the

she heard Anthea's voice, she thought she

when she looked up-oh

was really

nearly jumped

"Mrs. Christensen."

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

"Yes, ma'am."

hand warmly. "Ann, why didn't you tell

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