The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1143

“You found that family?” Aloys asked, his eyes growing darker as he listened to the detective’s report.

“Yes,” the detective replied, sounding completely certain. “They’re in Cabinda for medical treatment. Right now, there’s nobody protecting them.”

That made things a lot easier.

“What about the man with Charlotte? Did you figure out who he is?” Aloys’s voice was quiet, but intense.

“We did. He’s the heir to The Blair Group.”

The Blair Group? That name made Aloys’s sharp features tighten, and he sank into a brief silence. He’d heard of them before. The Blair family was loaded, with businesses all over the world. Not the kind of people you could afford to ignore. Especially Anthony, who was both incredibly capable and a total mystery, driving all sorts of financial groups crazy both inside and outside the country.

Anthony was definitely not as simple as he looked.

“Pick the right moment and make a move soon,” Aloys said, his tone icy.

…

Imperial Heights.

Charlotte sat on the couch, her laptop balanced on her knees, fingers flying over the keyboard. Not long after, a light blanket settled around her shoulders.

Anthony gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his familiar, clean scent surrounding her. He looked at the screen with half-lidded eyes and spoke in a low, husky voice. “You’ve been working for three hours. Take a break.”

“I’m fine.” Charlotte didn’t even pause, her face serious. “Hamlin’s lung cancer is in the late stages. We need to operate as soon as possible.”

It was a risky surgery, and there wasn’t a single doctor in the country who could pull it off right now.

“If you do the surgery, what are the odds it’ll work?” Anthony poured a glass of lemon water, then sat beside her, kneading her shoulders in that gentle, absentminded way.

“Seventy percent,” Charlotte replied, finishing up the surgical report. She hit save and sent it to Anthony. “But the hospital’s missing some equipment.”

…

The next morning.

Pre-surgery preparations were already done.

The hospital only knew that a highly experienced doctor was coming in to handle the operation. But when people saw Charlotte walk in—young, in a white coat—the group of gray-haired professors all stared in shock.

Charlotte?

Her name was famous in medical circles. She’d studied traditional medicine at Kingswood University, racking up awards at international conferences and competitions. Some people even said she’d performed heart surgery on Patricia herself not long ago, pulling Patricia back from the brink of death. Now Patricia was up and about, as energetic as ever.

But today’s operation was something else. No doctor in the country could manage it, and even overseas, the success rate was painfully low.