From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel 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 driver of the overtaken car, thinking he was seeing things, immediately rolled down his window to look ahead. "Wow! That was incredible!"

Other drivers on the road gaped in amazement at the car speeding ahead.

"Impressive!"

Some even pulled out their phones to record the scene.

Nanson was left speechless.

He had braced himself for a collision, ready for the worst.

To his surprise, Anthea had managed to avoid it.

As an experienced driver, Nanson knew that such a maneuver was something only a professional could pull off.

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

Anthea nodded slightly.

Nanson swallowed hard, suppressing his astonishment.

"Yes, ma’am."

Karen took Anthea's hand warmly. "Ann, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I could have prepared more treats! It's so hot today, you must be exhausted. Come, sit down!"

"I'm not tired at all," Anthea reassured her as she followed Karen to the couch. "Mrs. Christensen, are you watching The Royal Consort?"

Karen was indeed watching a DVD, though the screen didn’t display the title. Anthea's recognition was unexpected.

The Royal Consort was an old opera, rarely appreciated by young people.

Even Adah, Karen's granddaughter, didn’t care much for traditional operas.

Karen was thrilled. "Ann, you've seen The Royal Consort?"

Anthea nodded. "I have."

In her past life, Anthea had studied various forms of intangible cultural heritage, including traditional operas.

"Can you sing it?" Karen eagerly inquired.

"I can," Anthea smiled. "Would you like me to sing a bit?"

"Yes, please!" Karen was absolutely delighted, quickly lowering the volume of the TV.

Anthea, without hesitation, cleared her throat and began to sing, "The princess grew up in the palace, unaware of the hardships faced by the common women. Princess Susan waited in a cold place for eighteen years, while Lucy endured sixteen springs..."