The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1204

“She’s gone. We’re still looking.” Marcia met Allanson’s eyes, her expression calm and steady. “My father and I haven’t stopped following up on the bracelet. You need to rest and get better, that’s the most important thing right now.”

“You can go.”

Allanson nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Marcia slipped out, and as soon as the door shut behind her, the polite mask vanished from her face.

She had to get the antidote before Charlotte did. No matter what it took.

For Mr. Churchill. For the Hawk family’s inheritance.

Charlotte had to die.

Thinking of this, Marcia pulled out her phone and called her man, her voice snapping with impatience. “Any news about DM’s top boss?”

“There’s something, but…” The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment. “Word is, the founder of DM is pretty old now and has mostly stepped back. The organization picked a chief patriarch recently.”

The chief patriarch was the one set to inherit everything.

“People say the chief patriarch is in charge of all the important decisions now.”

“The chief patriarch?” Marcia’s eyes turned cold, her brows knitting together. “I don’t care who it is. Find them.”

If playing nice didn’t work, she’d go for the hard way. She’d do whatever it took for the antidote.

Nothing else mattered.

…

Cabinda.

Laboratory.

Charlotte was at the lab bench in a hazmat suit with a white coat pulled over it, goggles on her face, gloves on her hands, moving carefully among beakers filled with bright, swirling colors.

Her life mattered, but so did everyone else’s.

Hearing her, Anthony’s eyes darkened a little, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Just as he thought. Charlotte was too kind. She’d never risk someone else’s life for her own.

Well, if she protected everyone else, he’d protect her.

“One of those agents is probably right, so let’s not waste time worrying,” Charlotte said, pulling her coat tight around herself. “We need to put all our effort into the antidote now.”

The bracelet had been found, but it was in Olivia’s hands. Anything could happen.

She couldn’t risk putting all her hope in the bracelet.

Especially not with a baby on the way.

With the lab problems settled, it was time for the next step—she was going to Novaria to deal with Olivia.