From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 525

Sherman practically worshipped Anthea.

In his eyes, she could do no wrong—she was good at everything.

Every time something impressive happened, he’d insist it was all thanks to Anthea. No matter what it was, he’d try to give her the credit.

But that was so unfair to Rebecca.

After all, she’d once been his fiancée. How could Sherman just turn his back on all those years and act like none of it mattered?

Daniel’s voice cut through the tension as he turned to Hector. “Hector, you can’t let yourself get fooled by some fake video! It’s obviously edited—everyone can see that! Rebecca was the one driving, not Anthea. Sherman just misunderstood her, that’s all. I swear on my life, it was Rebecca behind the wheel!”

Rebecca’s eyes reddened, and she spoke up, her voice trembling with hurt. “It’s always the same, isn’t it? The poor can’t outsmart the rich, and the rich can’t outmaneuver those in power. Daniel, let’s just drop it. If Mr. Christensen says it wasn’t me driving, then I guess it wasn’t me.”

Her words carried a sharp undertone.

She was hinting that Sherman was using his influence to steamroll her—snatching away the recognition that should have been hers.

Hector hesitated, uncertain whom to believe.

Chase glanced over at Rebecca. “Ms. Morris, Mr. Christensen knew you’d say that, so he had the training car brought over just for you. If you really were the one driving in the video, why not show us your skills right here and now?”

As he finished, Chase placed the car keys on the table.

Hector chimed in, “Yeah, Ms. Morris, why not give us a demonstration?”

Rebecca fell silent for a moment.

Then, tears spilled down her cheeks.

Hector frowned, clearly frustrated. Was she really going to cry at the drop of a hat?

Daniel’s heart ached for her. “Chase, that’s not fair! Rebecca’s family just went through a huge ordeal—she’s in no state to drive right now!”

Chase’s tone was cool. “What does a bad mood have to do with racing? The truth is, Ms. Morris doesn’t know the first thing about racing. That’s why she won’t do it.”

He turned to Hector. “Mr. Holt, Mr. Christensen said you’re a professional. You should be able to tell at a glance whether the video’s real or not.”

Hector was sharp—he couldn’t afford not to be, not with things this far gone.

Chase nodded. “That’ll be up to Mr. Christensen. For now, please come with me to see him.”

“Of course.” Hector followed at once.

“Hector! You’re falling for Sherman’s lies!” Daniel grabbed Hector’s wrist, desperate to stop him from leaving.

He couldn’t let Hector walk away—if he did, what would happen to Rebecca? What about the Morris Corporation?

Hector was their last hope.

Turning back, Hector lowered his voice. “Daniel, be honest with me. She’s your old flame, isn’t she? I heard your dad froze your accounts and fired you. You’ve got nothing left, so now you’re teaming up with her to trick me into helping out, right?”

The more Hector thought about it, the less sense any of this made.

It had to be a setup—Daniel was trying to con him.

Daniel had kept steering the conversation toward the Morris Group’s downfall, subtly dropping hints about their bankruptcy. It was obvious—Daniel wanted Hector to bail them out.

“No! I’m not lying to you!” Daniel was pale with anxiety, desperate for Hector to believe him. “You have to trust me—the woman in that car was Rebecca!”