From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 348

Anthea was never one to seek the spotlight. But with Rebecca nipping at her heels, refusing to let up, Anthea decided it was time to show her what real talent looked like!

She scoffed at Rebecca's amateurish handwriting. Anthea hadn't even considered it a challenge.

Rebecca was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't expected Anthea to suddenly accept the challenge. Was Anthea desperately flailing for a win? After all, Anthea had grown up in the prestigious Morris family, receiving the finest education, only to be labeled a failure by everyone. Yet here was Rebecca, who had clawed her way out of the slums, shining brightly! She was leagues ahead of Anthea!

With that thought, Rebecca's lips curled into a smug smile, reveling in her perceived victory. A flower, after all, shines brighter against a backdrop of leaves. And at this moment, she considered herself the most radiant flower of all!

Gloria watched Anthea with a sneer, "Everyone in Cloudcrest knows about Ms. Yeager's reputation. If you're not up to the task, Ms. Yeager, maybe you shouldn't waste everyone's time." It was downright embarrassing! A failure who couldn't even hold a pen properly, daring to challenge Rebecca in calligraphy? Completely delusional!

"Seeing is believing, Ms. Davenport. Even someone from a distinguished background should understand such a simple concept," Anthea replied, looking towards Daniel. "Could Mr. Robinson please fetch me another pen?"

Daniel nodded and quickly had a servant prepare another pen. Soon, the servant brought over the pen.

Taking the pen, Anthea approached the table, holding a pen in each hand. She leaned forward slightly, dipping the pens into the ink. A strand of hair playfully fell across her face, adding to her charm.

The crowd was surprised by Anthea's actions.

"Holy smokes! What's she planning?"

"Two pens at once?"

Quickly, words appeared on the paper: "Hidden skill within clumsiness, clarity from obscurity; brilliance within modesty, strength from flexibility." Her strokes were bold and powerful! The writing on each side had its own style, each stroke striking awe into the viewers. It had the power of commanding mountains and rivers!

Such skill could not come without decades of practice, let alone being achieved with both hands. Rebecca's own writing, which was decent, paled in comparison. Next to Anthea's, it looked like the work of a grade schooler. There was simply no contest!

Anthea had won this round spectacularly! The room fell silent. No one had expected Anthea to possess such skills. She had achieved what even renowned masters had not. Was this really the same person everyone had dismissed as a failure?

The crowd was stunned. Those who had come expecting to laugh at Anthea were left speechless. This was beyond impressive!

Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine. What was going on with Anthea? She was supposed to be a failure who barely recognized a few words, so how could she produce such beautiful calligraphy?