The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1075

Newell lifted his hand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a touch of elegance. The thought barely surfaced before a tired, helpless smile flickered across his sharply handsome face. If her father hadn’t broken things off with the Hawk family, or if he ever came back, she would have been the family’s most valuable heir. She would have been his fiancée.

But life doesn’t work with “what ifs.” Franco was never coming back. Not unless Allanson put the antidote on the table and made a deal.

Newell’s fists tightened. He waited until Charlotte’s figure disappeared before turning to the safe. The empty compartment glared back at him, coldness swirling in the air. His blue eyes grew even colder, a dangerous edge in their depths.

She was smart, figuring out that Allanson might have the antidote. This was the most secure room in the manor. Regular people couldn’t even get close. If Allanson was hiding it, this would have been the perfect spot.

He’d had his eye on this place for ages, finally snatching an opportunity tonight. He hadn’t expected to run into Charlotte, bold as she was. And he definitely hadn’t expected the safe to be empty.

If the antidote wasn’t here, where could it be? Or… was it gone for good?

That thought made his fists clench even tighter, the chill in his gaze turning icy and sharp.

…

Ten o’clock that night. Charlotte got back to the genetics research lab. She tossed her backpack onto the table, heading straight for the bathroom.

The noise jolted the two brothers awake, both of them slumped against the wall half asleep. By the time they opened their eyes, Charlotte had already switched disguises and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her face dark and stormy.

“Charlotte, what happened…?”

Adonis glanced at Jackson, already guessing the answer, and swallowed nervously. He rushed to his room, grabbed a bottle of milk, stuck a straw in, and handed it over. “Charlotte, drink something.”

Charlotte shot him a look, about to refuse, but when she saw the milk Anthony had prepped, she took it and sipped a couple of times. The heavy mood in the room eased a little. Her voice was low. “Get ready. We’re leaving first thing tomorrow.”

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