The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1426

“I’m heading out.”

Charlotte grabbed her phone, ready to go. She barely made it to the exit before running into the investigation team.

Abuse of power was bad enough. Word was, Adela’s father had pocketed some bribes, too. After all this, there was no way he’d hold onto his spot as head of the Broadcasting Commission.

The moment Kemp saw the investigators, his legs buckled, and he sank to the floor.

“Dad!” Adela called out, rooted to the spot, refusing to believe what was happening. Just a short while ago, she was still the director’s daughter. Now... it was over. Everything had fallen apart.

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Charlotte was just stepping out of the elevator when her phone started ringing. She checked the caller ID and couldn’t help but raise her brow with a small smile.

She answered, almost teasing.

“All clear?” Anthony’s voice was gentle, calm.

“Yep.” Charlotte nodded, patting the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos hidden in her pocket, wondering where she could stash them without him noticing.

“I’m waiting outside Apex Mediaworks.”

Anthony was sitting quietly in the back seat of his car, dark eyes watching the street outside.

He was already here? Charlotte stopped dead, clutching the chip bag tighter.

“Okay,” she replied, casual as ever.

She hung up, glanced around, and spotted her bodyguard nearby. She waved him over, lowering her voice.

“Hey. Come here.”

She climbed in and hadn’t even settled when Anthony reached over. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up in warmth. He leaned in close, his nose just brushing her cheek as he inhaled deeply.

“Did you eat Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?”

“Nope.” Charlotte blinked at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “You must be imagining things.”

Maybe he really was just getting paranoid. Anthony turned away, not wanting to fall for her “sweet and innocent” act, then casually patted her pockets. Nothing there but a few candies.

Was she really behaving that well? After all their recent games, it just didn’t sit right.

Before Charlotte could protest, Anthony paused, unwrapped a candy, and popped it in her mouth. His voice was soft as he coaxed her. “I just don’t want our baby to crave stuff. I’m not trying to check up on you, okay?”

Charlotte was at a loss for words. Her poor little one—always taking the blame, first for Mom, now for Dad too.