The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1050

“And then?” Anthony pressed.

“He wants to keep a backup plan for himself,” Charlotte replied, eyes dark and cool as she looked up at him. “He wants to become a gene mutant.”

People with gene mutations were better than ordinary folks in almost every way. If she was right, the mutation Aloys had picked up years ago wasn’t inherited. It was… something he chose for himself.

“Exactly right,” Anthony said, gently touching the bridge of her nose, his praise genuine. “Now, we need a way to make Aloys hand over the antidote.”

Hearing that, Charlotte pulled herself out of his arms so she could face him. Her gaze was sharp and clear. “Aloys is never going to hand over the antidote on his own. So, we’ll have to get creative.”

Anthony studied her, leaning back just a little. His breathing wasn’t steady. She was dressed lightly, sitting so close that her warm breath kept brushing against his skin, making it hard to focus.

“We could threaten him, bribe him… If that doesn’t work, we could just kidnap him and drag him to Cabinda…” There were plenty of ways to do it. The problem was, Aloys was slippery, and snatching him from the Isle of Veil was risky.

“They’re looking for Asclepius, aren’t they?” Charlotte rested her chin on Anthony’s shoulder, fingers playing with the tie around his waist. Her voice was low and a little rough. “They want to find Asclepius so they can study the antidote’s key ingredient.”

As soon as she said it, Anthony caught onto her plan. His eyes went dark, and he grabbed her hand, looking serious. “You’re planning to reveal yourself as Asclepius and get into the genetics institute?”

“Pretty smart, right?” Charlotte lifted an eyebrow, shifting in his arms. “I’ll just play along with their little game.”

Anthony fell quiet, watching her. She’d already broken into the Isle of Veil twice and caused chaos both times. Even though she’d never shown her full face, there was a good chance someone from the Hawk family would recognize her. Plus, she looked so much like Mrs. W, walking into that institute would basically be outing herself. Unless…

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