The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 835

The moment Franco finished speaking, the hall fell into a heavy silence. The two sitting beside him lifted their eyes, both staring at him with the same icy, unblinking look. No one could guess what he was really after. Why did he suddenly want Lottie to meet someone?

Anthony’s face darkened. His annoyance shifted into something much sharper, almost dangerous. He could see right through Franco. This wasn’t about the medicine. Franco wanted Lottie, plain and simple.

Jackson and Adonis exchanged uneasy glances, their brows creasing as they shot Franco a look. What was he getting at? Borrow Charlotte for a day? If you put it in terms of money, every second of Charlotte’s time was worth a fortune, not to mention the risk of meeting some mysterious stranger.

Neither Anthony nor Charlotte said a word. Franco pressed his lips together, then finally spoke. “Of course, I wouldn’t ask you for nothing. I’ll refund the full price of the medicine. And…” He turned to Anthony, his voice deep and steady. “You can name your price.”

Name a price? Anthony’s thin lips curled up in a cold, almost mocking smile. His dark eyes glinted with a dangerous edge as his voice came out low and rough. “She’s priceless. You couldn’t afford her.”

Franco was speechless.

Anthony continued, his voice calm but firm. “We’re here for one thing only. Franco, either agree to the exchange or refuse. That’s it.” This was a deal between equals. Using Lottie as part of the bargain wasn’t even an option.

“We’re done here.” Anthony took Charlotte’s hand, shot a glance at the box of medicine on the table, and said, “Take it with you.”

To Anthony, Lottie was never for trade.

“Yes, sir.” Hans moved quickly, packing up the case. As he turned to leave, Franco lifted his head, eyes narrowing as he spoke in a measured tone. “This is the president’s residence. You can’t just come and go whenever you like.”

Mrs. Hawk? Franco’s wife, the one who’d been sick for more than ten years?

Franco’s handsome face fell. He answered quietly. “Bring formula number thirty.”

The butler appeared quickly with a box, setting it down next to Charlotte.

Franco clasped his hands behind his back and spoke slowly, choosing his words with care. “My wife is from Eldoria, too. She’s especially fond of girls who look like her.” He paused, eyes lingering on Charlotte. “Your eyes are just like hers.”

Fond of girls who look like herself? Charlotte raised an eyebrow, looking a little skeptical. “So, the person you want me to meet is her?” Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of doubt. Was that why Franco had stared at her so intently at the auction? Because her eyes reminded him of his wife? If so, his wife’s taste was definitely… unusual.