The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 244

Anthony leaned closer, his thumb brushing the pink at the corner of her eye. His voice was soft and gentle.

Charlotte felt a little guilty. She had just learned that the rich fool who spent a hundred million to buy her music scores had actually been Kenneth.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the door to the lounge swung open with a bang. Whoever it was, they weren’t hiding their anger.

Kenneth stormed in.

“Lottie…”

Charlotte sat on the sofa, her delicate, fair face tilted up, eyes bright and clear. She spoke up first. “Kenneth, you sounded amazing today.”

Kenneth froze for a second. His cold expression melted into a small smile, and he shot Anthony a proud look. “Lottie, you really think so?”

“I do.”

Charlotte nodded seriously.

“Then let me sing for you again, okay?”

Kenneth was practically floating after her compliment, already turning to grab his guitar. By the time he spun back around, the room was empty.

He finally realized he’d been tricked.

Even twenty songs wouldn’t cool his temper now.

Just as he was fuming, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Lottie.

Her words were casual, almost teasing. I’ll write you two songs at the end of the month.

Two songs…

It wasn’t as many as he’d wanted, but these were from Echo…

He couldn’t help but feel a little better.

Charlotte relaxed, sinking into Anthony’s arms. Seeing her so soft and quiet, Anthony’s smile grew at the corners of his eyes.

Meanwhile, outside the gates of Imperial Heights,

Two elderly women crouched in the bushes, spying on the villa’s entrance like a pair of secret agents.

Patricia smacked at a mosquito, her face twisted in annoyance. “Why isn’t Anthony home yet?”

She’d worked hard to sneak out today. She wasn’t leaving until she caught a glimpse of the girl who had Anthony wrapped around her finger.

“Patricia, maybe we should go back. What if something happens…” Anne whispered, close to tears. “If Anthony finds out, he’ll be so mad.”

“If he had just brought her home to meet us sooner, I wouldn’t have to…” Patricia started, but the sound of a sports car pulling up cut her off.

“They’re here, they’re here. Get down!”