The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1167

“I object.”

A cold voice rang out from the entrance, slicing through the air and shutting down G2’s announcement. All at once, the smiles on Aloys and Marcia’s faces vanished. Everyone in the room turned, eyes locking on the doorway.

There, leaning casually against the wall, stood a girl dressed in black. She wore a hat that cast a shadow over her delicate features. With her arms crossed and her posture relaxed, she surveyed the crowd, her dark eyes lifting, sharp and unreadable.

When Aloys recognized her, a flash of annoyance crossed his face. Marcia, on the other hand, stiffened, her confidence faltering in an instant.

Charlotte.

Did she seriously show up here just to embarrass herself in front of everyone?

G2 didn’t bother hiding his impatience. “Asclepius, this is an internal meeting. Your opinion doesn’t count for anything. Please leave.”

“An internal meeting?” Charlotte repeated, her lips curving in a subtle smile. She took her time walking to the stage, every researcher’s gaze following her. Without hesitation, she sat right where Mrs. W’s nameplate was placed.

Resting her chin on her pale hand, Charlotte tilted her head toward Aloys and Marcia, her voice lazy but pointed. “If this is supposed to be internal, then why are they here?”

G2 hesitated, his tone turning serious. “Aloys and Marcia are investors in the Genetic Biology Institute. Without their support, this institute wouldn’t even exist.”

He pressed on. “Marcia’s been involved in research since she was a kid. She’s always been part of the institute, and her skills are obvious to everyone. What’s wrong with her being the heir?”

Charlotte drummed her fingers lightly on the table, the sound echoing in the tense hall. “So, G2, you’re telling us that as long as someone has money and skills, they can inherit, no matter who they are?”

“That’s right.” Aloys was done with the conversation. He glanced at the guards. “Get her out of here.”

It wasn’t her place to question who the next heir should be.

Charlotte propped up her chin, her brow arching. “Interesting. If I’m not mistaken, the Genetic Biology Institute officially lists five founders. But the real founder was Mrs. W. The others…”

She glanced at G2, who looked more uncomfortable with every word. “The others just had their names on the letterhead.”

G2’s hands clenched at his sides. He tried to sound firm, but his voice was brittle. “As one of the founders, do you really think you know better than I do? Charlotte, I know exactly what you’re trying to do. But let me make this clear. You’re not qualified to be the heir.”