The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1187

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat and, before she knew it, the cake she was holding slipped right out of her hand and hit the floor.

She just stared, speechless.

Anthony caught her wounded look, then quickly glanced away and spoke toward the front. “Hans, pack up two slices of cake for us to go.”

“Three,” Charlotte chimed in, not missing a beat.

He shot her a quick, crooked grin. “Alright, I’ll make sure you’re well fed.”

Anthony took her hand in his, fingers brushing lightly over her skin. He watched her with a lazy smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He knew she had a sweet tooth, but lately, her cravings had been on a whole new level.

Charlotte, not about to let him off the hook, pinched his waist in playful revenge.

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The next morning came quickly.

Their luggage was already waiting at the airport.

Jackson, Adonis, and Hans had gone over every car and route with their team, triple-checking everything.

“Anthony, everything’s secure,” Jackson reported.

Anthony nodded, his right hand in his pocket, a woman’s black trench coat slung over his left arm. “How’s the transfer from the genetics institute going?”

Hans answered right away. “The equipment was moved overnight. Solenia’s lab should be up and running again within a month.”

The lab had shifted its focus, moving away from those creepy genetic mutation experiments. Now, it was all about finding miracle treatments for rare diseases, especially alternatives to the world’s priciest drugs. If they could create something just as effective but way less expensive, it would change everything.

On the ride to the airport, Charlotte glanced at Morton. “So, have you made up your mind? Do you want to come with me or go with Anthony?”

She’d looked into his school records the night before. The kid wasn’t even six, but he could already tackle books most teenagers found tough. His IQ was off the charts, probably on par with a sixteen-year-old.

Sending him to kindergarten just didn’t make sense.

She was thinking about sending him straight to X Organization or maybe even N Organization for some one-on-one mentoring.

Morton looked a little torn.

Hans had told him that joining X Organization meant access to the most advanced and precise tech in the world. But Adonis had pointed out that, in this family, what Charlotte said was what went. If something belonged to Anthony, it might as well belong to Charlotte too.

“I’ll go with Charlotte,” Morton said after thinking it over. He watched the two of them, then nodded to himself. Adonis was right. When it came to Charlotte, Anthony was kind of a pushover.