The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1211

“Anthony…”

Charlotte ended the call and turned toward him, about to say something. Before she could get a word out, Anthony slid the laptop in front of her. “This?”

She narrowed her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips as she took the device.

“I just need…”

Before she could finish, Anthony set a small table on the bed and grabbed a soft pillow, carefully tucking it behind her lower back.

“Well, look at you, Anthony.” Charlotte leaned forward, her slender fingers lightly scratching his chin as she grinned. “You really know how to read people, don’t you?”

Anthony tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and laughed quietly. “I only want to read you. Makes it easier to take care of you exactly the way you like.”

“Just me? Not planning to spoil anyone else?” Charlotte rested her chin on her hand, tapping her fingers on the table as she watched him, her eyes full of teasing challenge.

“There’s no one else but you.” Anthony’s voice was steady, no hesitation at all. “You’re the only one brave enough to boss me around like this. And the only one I’d ever let.”

Charlotte reached up and gently stroked his chin, her touch soft and warm.

Charlotte opened the laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard. In no time, she hacked into Marcia’s phone and pulled up the call log from ten minutes ago with Olivia.

As expected, Marcia had gotten smarter. She’d set up defenses, knowing Charlotte’s hacking skills, and even blocked Olivia’s number. Charlotte could break into Marcia’s phone, but she couldn’t track Olivia’s location that way.

Did they really think that would stop her?

“But…” The aide hesitated, his face falling. “They want a hundred million for medicinal herbs. As a meeting fee.”

“A hundred million?” Marcia stared, stunned for a second. She knew it. DM was never going to make things easy.

“Yeah.” The aide nodded. “And now the search in Novaria has stopped. I’m guessing the deal fell through because of the money.”

“So that’s it?” Marcia’s eyes narrowed. “Isn’t her boyfriend loaded? He can’t even come up with a hundred million?”

Whatever DM was planning, Marcia had only one goal. Get into Novaria. Find Olivia. Get that bracelet. With it in her hands, both the Hawk and Churchill families would be at her mercy.

A hundred million? For that much power, it was a price worth paying.