The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 808

Charlotte looked up, her cheeks flushed, and grinned at Anthony, her gaze locked on his tense, handsome face. She tilted her head, a teasing smile playing at her lips. “What, you thought I’d find out the truth and end up crying in the bathroom?”

Anthony didn’t say a word. He just scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

He settled her in his arms, then picked up the hairdryer, gently running his fingers through her hair as he dried it, treating every strand like it was something precious.

“I was worried about you,” he admitted softly.

Even seeing her frown made his heart twist. The thought of her in tears was unbearable.

“So you think I’m that delicate?” Charlotte reached up, hooked her finger under his chin, and gave him a carefree, mischievous smile. “Anthony, have you ever seen me cry?”

Her eyes were so bright and clear, with not a hint of sadness anywhere on her face.

Of course. The head of N Organization wasn’t someone who fell apart so easily.

He realized he’d worried for nothing.

“Actually, I have seen it,” Anthony said.

He set the hairdryer aside and, in a sudden move, rolled over, pinning her gently beneath him. He brushed his nose against hers, his voice rough and low. “Don’t you remember?”

Charlotte blinked, confused for a second.

But then she caught the spark in Anthony’s eyes, and it hit her. She wriggled, trying to escape his arms.

“I’m really tired. I need to sleep,” she said, half-laughing.

Watching her duck and hide, Anthony couldn’t help but smile. He lay down, pulled her close again, and kissed her neck softly. “Go to sleep, Lottie. I won’t tease you anymore tonight.”

He waited until she was sound asleep before slipping out from under the covers and heading to the study.

When he walked in, Hans greeted him respectfully. “Anthony.”

Anthony threw on a jacket. The warmth he’d shown Charlotte disappeared, his face turning cool and sharp. “How’s the investigation into A1 Research Institute going?”

Hans answered, “Still working on it. So far, it’s just like Charlotte said. The A1 Research Institute ran into trouble right after leaving Solenia. So…”

Anthony took a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes dark and thoughtful. “You think Lottie’s biological father is probably there?”

Hans nodded.

Just as she expected: Somer’s syndrome.

She needed to find Covid-X, and fast.

Thinking it over, Charlotte pulled out her phone and called Newell.

He was in the middle of lunch, eating with his usual elegance, when her call came in.

Seeing her name pop up on the screen, he choked and spat out his coffee.

“Newell, are you okay?” Charlotte asked.

He waved her off, grabbing a napkin to wipe his mouth, then tried to look serious. “Did someone steal Charlotte’s phone?”

What?

His assistant glanced at the screen, eyes wide in shock, like he’d just seen a ghost.

Honestly, they’d have believed Nine would shoot Newell before they believed Charlotte would ever call him herself.