From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 524

As soon as Chase finished speaking, an uncanny silence fell over the room.

Daniel, in particular, looked mortified—his face shifting from pale to flushed, the embarrassment clear in his eyes.

How could he be the fool here? It was Sherman who had misunderstood Rebecca, wasn’t it? Who else could that mysterious racer be if not her?

Rebecca’s hand, stirring her coffee, froze mid-motion. Her complexion paled a shade. Chase belonged to Mr. Christensen, and wasn’t Mr. Christensen supposed to like her? What was he getting at now?

Rebecca’s grip tightened around her silver spoon.

Daniel shot Chase a glare, trying hard to swallow his anger. “You said Sherman sent you with a video. Then show us. Let’s all take a look at this video!”

He was ready—he wanted to see, for himself, who would dare impersonate Rebecca. The very thought made his blood boil with indignation.

Hector chimed in, “He’s right, Chase. Talk is cheap. If you have proof, let’s see it.”

Hector had known Daniel for years. Sure, Daniel could be a bit of a flirt, but he wasn’t gullible enough to be tricked so easily. Besides, Hector’s impression of Rebecca was positive—she didn’t seem like the type to stage a deception.

At that moment, Rebecca’s heart hammered in her chest.

Who would the person in that video be? She had, after all, bribed the driving school—she’d been assured the surveillance footage would never see the light of day. They’d even destroyed it in front of her. That was why she’d been so confident, so certain no one could ever trace the identity of the driver.

Yet now, Mr. Christensen had managed to dig up the video?

Or… could it be that the driver in the footage was actually her? She did remember showing off her driving skills at the school once, with some help from the “system.” Or—maybe there was no video at all. Maybe Mr. Christensen was just testing her.

That thought brought a rush of relief. Rebecca lifted her chin and looked at Chase, feigning calm. “Chase, if you have evidence, I’d like to see it too. Let’s find out who’s pretending to be me.”

Chase nodded, opened his tablet, and tapped a file.

The video was a recording from inside a training car.

Rebecca felt cold sweat prickling down her back.

How was this possible? Where had this video come from? She’d made sure it was destroyed—what on earth was going on?

She forced herself to remain composed, to sit still and not betray her panic. She had to keep it together. Daniel would back her up.

Hector, a professional racer himself, didn’t need long to recognize the truth. The woman in the video was the one he’d been searching for.

He shot to his feet, excitement in his voice. “That’s her! Chase, she’s the one I’m looking for!”

Daniel frowned, turning to Chase. “Chase, I know Sherman admires this driver, but he can’t just take the credit that belongs to Ms. Morris and give it to someone else!”

As far as Daniel was concerned, the driver in that video had to be Rebecca.