The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1175

"What are you trying to do?" Marcia rushed over to steady Aloys, her usually sharp eyes now clouded with worry.

"Trying to do?" Snake gave a crooked smile, gun in hand, aiming it carelessly at Marcia’s head. "You’ll see soon enough."

What was that supposed to mean? What was Charlotte up to now?

"If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re already being played, and you’ve got some ties to Charlotte..." Snake lowered his gun and swung it onto his shoulder. He was clearly fighting the urge to finish them off right then. He spoke slowly, every word like a warning. "Let me tell you, that ‘heir of the Hawk family’ title? It means nothing to Charlotte. You want to go against her? Maybe check if you’re even in her league first." He looked around, voice sharp. "Touch her again and I’ll end you."

Snake glanced at the bodyguards groaning on the floor, then sauntered out of the hall without a second look.

Aloys lay there, clutching his bleeding leg, eyes burning with rage as he watched them leave. "This is the Isle of Veil. This is Hawk family territory. There’s no way we can’t handle a handful of them," he growled.

His face was ghostly pale, veins popping at his temples, every muscle tight with fury. "Spread the word. I want Charlotte and Anthony caught, whatever it takes."

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard nodded, but just as he turned to go, his phone rang.

He picked up, listened, then whipped around to Aloys, face going even paler.

"What’s wrong?" Marcia pressed, her brows knitted in frustration.

"X Organization and N Organization teamed up. They cut off our reinforcements, blocked them on the side route."

The Hawk family had plenty of bodyguards, but against X and N Organizations, they didn’t even stand a chance.

Marcia froze.

Charlotte was Mrs. W’s granddaughter.

After all these years of searching for Mrs. W, did Allanson really go through all that just to end up like this? If it were her, she’d want to destroy Charlotte’s whole family.

But maybe... maybe he really wouldn’t be able to hurt Charlotte. Maybe his feelings for Mrs. W would stop him.

The thought sent Marcia’s heart racing. An icy dread crept down her spine, making her shudder.