The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1115

“Bring the antidote.”

Allanson’s voice cut through the tension just in time.

Aloys and Marcia looked up at him, both of them stunned. Was their grandfather really going to just hand the antidote over to Franco?

One of Allanson’s most trusted men stepped forward, holding a square box carved from carnelian. Under the lights, it gave off a mysterious, almost magical glow.

This antidote was no ordinary medicine. It contained a rare and precious ingredient that needed to be stored with extreme care. For years, Allanson had kept it locked away in a special lab. But after finding notes in Mrs. W’s research, they learned that carnelian could actually preserve the antidote even better than the lab. That’s why Allanson had the box made.

The box had always been in Allanson’s own hands. Marcia had never seen it until now.

She squeezed her hands tight, biting her lip as she watched the carnelian box, her voice icy. “If we hand over the antidote, we lose any way to control Charlotte.”

If they lost Asclepius, and had no test subject, the genetic institute’s research would hit a dead end.

Aloys stood in his black suit, his expression like stone, an invisible chill surrounding him. His hands were clenched, knuckles white, as he stared at Franco and Charlotte across the room, both of them looking so calm. Anger burned in his chest. They used to have everything under control. Now, things were slipping away. For all their planning, they never expected Franco to actually stand up and challenge The Hawk Family.

“That’s not your problem,” Charlotte shot back. She lifted her chin, eyes full of defiance and disdain, as if this wasn’t her life hanging in the balance.

Allanson’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze growing darker. This granddaughter of his was so different from any girl he’d ever met. She was young, but so steady—cold, even—and her moves were bold, impossible to predict. Even harder to handle than her father once was. Her talent was obvious, and that genetic mutation only made her more valuable.

If she would just come back to the Isle of Veil and work for The Hawk Family, help them figure out the source of her mutation… Forget the Isle of Veil. She and the family could have the whole world.

“Your five minutes are up.” Charlotte leaned back in her chair, looking relaxed. She picked up the glass of milk Anthony had set on the table, took a slow sip through the straw, and spoke, her voice lazy. “Every minute you waste is another loss for The Hawk Family.”