The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 817

Charlotte swung her legs, thinking it over for a moment before finally saying, “I don’t know.”

She was ready to take this all the way. If it came down to it, she’d spend a hundred million just to go toe to toe with him.

Franco, the guy everyone knew for being cold and ruthless, was acting seriously off today.

“Charlotte, we should still be careful,” Adonis said, his voice extra cautious. “Franco’s unpredictable and he doesn’t mess around. He could be plotting something behind our backs. We need to watch ourselves.”

Jackson didn’t say a word, but he looked like he agreed. Honestly, none of them could believe it. Why would Franco just hand something over to Charlotte? It didn’t add up.

“Worrying about it now is pointless,” Charlotte said. She barely lifted her eyelids, her face totally calm.

“Huh?” Adonis looked confused.

“I’m not done. I’m going to go after the next one too.”

Adonis and Jackson stared at her, speechless.

Not far away, hidden in a quiet corner, a man in a perfectly tailored suit with his collar a little open leaned back, swirling his wine and watching everything play out. There was a half-smile on his lips.

“Newell, Franco’s acting weird today,” he said. He had never lost out on a drug he wanted before, but this time, he’d just let Nine take it.

“Yeah, it’s strange,” Newell replied, the corners of his mouth turning up just a little. He glanced at Charlotte, his eyes narrowing. He’d known her for ages, but this was the first time he’d ever seen her so relaxed, so at ease. It seemed like the only time she let her guard down was when Anthony was around.

“Newell, what should we do now?” his assistant asked quietly.

With Nine’s personality, there was no way she’d let things go. Sooner or later she’d end up pissing Franco off for real.

“We’ll wait until the auction’s over and see what happens.”

He was curious to find out if Anthony could really protect his girlfriend.

Newell set his glass down, his gaze lingering on Charlotte for a moment before he turned his attention back to the auction.

Franco’s lips pressed into a thin line. He ran his thumb over a photo of his wife on his screen, then shot a cold glance at Charlotte. “We’re getting this medicine. Whatever it takes.”

“Understood.” The butler raised his paddle. “Twenty million.”

Box two didn’t waste a second. “Twenty-five million.”

Box one: “Thirty million.”

Box two: “Thirty-five million.”

Box one hesitated, then jumped straight to, “Sixty million.”

Charlotte kept her cool, tapping numbers into the bidding device.

She’d just typed in a seven when Adonis stopped her. “Charlotte, is it really worth it?” he asked quietly. “Our own lab could make this medicine.”