The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1100

Jackson and Adonis were right behind, and it was clear they’d picked up on what was really going on. Both of them shot Rena a look that could cut glass.

Adonis let out a cold laugh. “From head to toe, inside and out, you don’t even come close to Charlotte. Not her looks, not her body, not her brains. You’re not even worth a single strand of her hair. And you think you’re good enough to steal her man? Seriously?”

Jackson didn’t even bother to change his expression. “Know your limits.”

Rena’s lips quivered as she stared at their backs, her fists clenched tight and her eyes brimming with frustration. She was shaking with anger. “Marcia, are you really just going to let them walk away?”

The casino fiasco hadn’t been settled yet.

Marcia finally tore her eyes from Charlotte and looked at Allanson. “Grandpa...”

Allanson snorted. “Let them go. Sooner or later, they’ll come crawling back to beg me.”

He had the antidote. No way Franco would actually take things too far.

Aloys spoke up, his voice low and cool. “Keep tabs on them. I want to know exactly where they go.”

As the convoy faded into the distance, Marcia hesitated for a moment, then said what she’d been thinking. “Don’t you think Charlotte looks kind of familiar?”

Rena stared at her, totally lost.

But Allanson and Aloys both turned to Marcia at the same time, their eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Yeah, there was something about her...

“Her attitude, the way she moves... That fearless, arrogant energy. It’s just like Asclepius,” Marcia murmured, her brow furrowed.

“Asclepius?” Rena’s pale face looked confused. “But isn’t Asclepius a guy?”

The way he looked and sounded was definitely male.

Anthony stroked her hair and gave her a gentle smile. “You’re sharp. And you care about people. You must be exhausted after flying all day.”

“Yeah, a little,” Charlotte admitted, sinking into his arms.

Anthony took a deep breath, shooting a wary glance toward Franco in the front seat.

Franco caught their closeness in the rearview mirror and shot them a look that practically screamed “back off.”

Things got awkward for a second.

“Lottie, if you sit like that, you might fall,” Franco said, clearing his throat and keeping his voice mild.

Charlotte barely hesitated. She grabbed Anthony’s hand and placed it firmly on her waist. “Now I won’t,” she said, her expression perfectly serious.

Franco didn’t even know what to say.