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.

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

Other drivers

in amazement at the car speeding

"Impressive!"

pulled out their phones to record

Nanson was left speechless.

himself for a collision, ready for the

Anthea had managed to

that such a maneuver was

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

Anthea nodded slightly.

hard, suppressing

every stretch of road without speed

long, they reached

"Annie, remember to drive slower. My points for the

Be careful in Pellonia, and call when you

waved goodbye to

airport, Anthea didn't head

she made her way

security at the

sitting in the living room

heard Anthea's voice, she

when she looked up-oh

really her

nearly jumped out of her

"Mrs. Christensen."

drinks.

"Yes, ma'am."

hand warmly. "Ann, why

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