The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 516

After leaving the police station, Charlotte walked up to her brand new car. She tossed her backpack into the backseat, then slipped behind the wheel, settling in with an easy, lazy elegance.

“Charlotte, did everything go okay?” Jackson and Adonis both looked over at her, their voices overlapping.

They’d heard Melissa’s parents were at the station and hoped they hadn’t given Charlotte a hard time.

“Mhm,” Charlotte replied. She leaned back against the seat, legs crossed carelessly. Pulling her phone from her bag, she started texting her lawyer.

Melissa’s attempted murder case. Change the sentencing request from twenty years to life in prison.

Norris replied instantly.

Sterling, with the current evidence, twenty years is already the maximum we can expect. Life in prison... that might be tough.

Charlotte’s brows drew together.

Melissa first started a cyberbullying campaign, stirring up chaos online. Then she threatened and bribed a driver to cause a car accident to kill me. You’re telling me all that isn’t enough for a life sentence?

Norris felt a chill run through him. His fingers trembled as he tried to reply, but before he could finish, another message popped up.

If I have to teach you something this basic, maybe just tear up your law license and go back to college for the basics.

Norris snapped to attention, immediately typing back.

Actually, I think it’s possible! Sterling, I’ll handle it right away. Please get some rest.

He was, after all, the star student of Sterling, one of the most respected lawyers in the field. If he couldn’t take care of this, he’d never have the guts to call himself her student again.

Charlotte glanced at the message, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. He really was getting more useless by the day.

She closed the chat with Norris and tapped on her pinned social media app. There was a message from Anthony, sent half an hour ago.

Let me know when you’re done.

They were all dying to know what kind of woman had managed to win his heart.

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At Imperial Heights, Charlotte was stretched out on the living room sofa, her head pillowed on 98K’s soft fur. She was hugging an English law book, eyes closed, breathing slow and even as she slept.

Anthony, you’re back. Helen smiled as she walked in with a bowl of soup.

Is that for Lottie? Anthony asked. He glanced over at the girl and her dog in the living room, taking off his coat and handing it to Hans. His lips curved with a gentle warmth. Give me the tray. Could you help Lottie pack a few things? We’re going to the Blair Estate.

Of course. Helen gave him the tray.

And don’t forget her jackets and medicine.

Absolutely. Helen’s smile grew, and she headed upstairs, clearly pleased to help.