The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2016

Though the patriarch was advanced in years, his voice was booming and resonant. His overwhelming aura left the Ham family looking as though all the blood had drained from their faces.

Hearing his defense, Stella couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. The old patriarch gave her a reassuring glance before continuing.

"What kind of monster did your family raise to dare bully her?" he demanded. "So what if we took her? So what if we locked her up?"

The patriarch gripped the armrests of his chair, leaning forward slightly. His weathered eyes were pure ice as he delivered every word with crushing weight. "She nearly ruined my future granddaughter. Even if we end her, what exactly is the Ham family going to do about it?"

Future granddaughter? Funk's face turned paler than a sheet of paper. His daughter had indeed leaked the girl's private information online, but everything she posted was factual. A prestigious family of this caliber should have incredibly high standards for a daughter-in-law. How could a girl with that background be deemed worthy of becoming a Gates bride?

"What are you staring at?" Samantha snapped back, showing absolutely no mercy. "Did he say anything wrong? Let me tell you, even if your family hadn't shown up today, the Gates family would have come knocking on your door. This is far from over."

Funk clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping across the other people in the living room. He could see it plainly. The entire Gates family was standing behind Stella. Had they all lost their minds?

"Fine. Fine!" Funk swayed slightly, nearly losing his footing. His voice turned venomous. "Then we'll call the cops. And as for you..."

He glared at Roger, his features contorting with rage. "I might not be able to take down the Gates family in Cabinda. But don't forget that you are a member of the Forensic Association. The association decides if you stay or go."

It was a blatant threat.

Roger, completely unfazed, finished slicing a peach and placed the plate in front of Stella. He glanced up at the maid standing nearby and ordered smoothly, "Get Stella a blanket." Her hands and feet were freezing; she was clearly shaken.

"Roger—!" Repeatedly ignored, Funk looked ready to combust. "Let's see how you survive in the forensic world after the association kicks you out!"

Stella's heart skipped a beat at the threat.

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