The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1162

Charlotte propped her chin in her hand, eyes lowered as she counted the balance for the third time before finally getting it right. She lifted an eyebrow. “Doesn’t matter who shows up. The research on genetic mutation ends with me.”

“Any news on Morton?”

“After what happened before, Allanson’s being extra careful. We haven’t found him yet,” Jackson answered.

“Okay.”

Charlotte tossed her phone into her bag, pulled on her hat, and stood up. “Let Allanson know I want to see him.”

Thirty minutes later, Charlotte dropped four vials of virus strains onto the table like she was tossing out garbage.

“Here’s what you wanted. Now it’s your turn. I want to see my person.”

She crossed her long legs with an easy confidence, her clear eyes cold as they fixed on Allanson.

Those eyes…

The moment he met her gaze, Allanson’s heart skipped a beat. He finally realized why Charlotte looked so familiar. Her eyes were just like Mrs. W’s. Not just the eyes, either—the fierce, commanding energy she carried felt exactly the same.

When Allanson couldn’t stop staring, Charlotte frowned, clearly annoyed. “What are you looking at?”

“You remind me of someone I once knew.”

Maybe it was her face, but instead of getting upset, Allanson’s voice stayed calm. “If she were still here, she’d probably like you a lot.”

Mrs. W had always valued talent and had a strong sense of justice.

Someone from his past?

“Don’t worry. I’ll come get you in two days.”

After making sure Morton was safe, Charlotte gave him a few more instructions before ending the call. She turned to Allanson.

“One more thing. That’s actually why I came today.” Charlotte pressed her lips together, sounding almost casual. “In two days, I’m joining the selection meeting for the heir of the Genetic Biology Institute.”

“What did you just say?”

Marcia’s face went pale and she whipped around to stare at Charlotte. “You’re joining the heir selection meeting?”

Most people allowed to participate were descendants of the five founding families. Marcia herself only qualified because the Hawk Family had funded decades of research. Everyone already knew she was the chosen heir. The so-called selection meeting was just a formality. Everyone would vote for her.

Charlotte wanted to join? Was she even allowed? Did she really have the nerve? Wasn’t she afraid of making a fool of herself?