The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 752

“Charlotte, so... what now?”

Jackson’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. He glanced over, uneasy, as Charlotte sat beside him. The air around her felt sharp and cold, making his skin prickle.

“West District.”

Charlotte’s eyes were lowered, her face icy and unreadable. Aside from that, she didn’t seem to be feeling much.

That was it? No extra instructions?

Was she really not going to warn the Falcon Unit to show some restraint?

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jackson and Adonis exchanged a look. The pressure in the car was way too much. Both of them clamped their mouths shut, not daring to say more.

With her looking like that...

Whatever was about to happen next, they were pretty sure it was going to be intense.

...

At N Organization’s headquarters, a group of patriarchs sat lined up in the reception hall, their faces drawn and serious as they watched the massive screen.

On the feed, Falcon Unit was in action. There were more than a dozen cars and a whole squad of top-tier hunters tailing Anthony’s vehicle. Even then, they were barely keeping up.

No surprise there. He was God, after all, the legendary founder of X Organization.

Even without backup, he was someone Falcon Unit had to think long and hard about before making a move.

But now he was on N Organization’s turf. Escaping wouldn’t be so easy this time.

“Did Nine react to the email?”

One of the patriarchs smirked as he watched the screen, clearly in a good mood. “She must be thrilled, right? Rushing back in a hurry?”

Back then, X Organization had almost destroyed N Organization.

That grudge wasn’t just Nine’s to bear. Everyone in the group had been holding onto it for years.

The intel division had spent forever searching for God, but he’d been impossible to track down.

“Since Nine’s on her way, spread the word. Falcon Unit is not to touch God,” he said, his mood lighter than ever. “Let Nine handle him herself.”

A gift like this—it only made sense for the birthday girl to open it herself.

...

When the call from HQ came in, Falcon Unit had already pulled out all the stops. They’d boxed Anthony’s car in from every side, finally forcing him to a halt.

The car was stopped, and they knew he was inside, but nobody dared get close.

The whole stretch of suburb was thick with tension.

“Is Nine here yet?”

The Falcon Unit captain kept his eyes locked on Anthony’s car, afraid to blink in case the guy tried anything.

“She’s on her way.”

One of the team glanced at the car. He couldn’t see the man’s face through the window, but his own palms were slick with sweat. “Leif, what do we do now?”