The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 862

“Did you get N Organization involved?”

Charlotte tugged on his tie, a pout in her eyes. “You’re my boyfriend. I’m not letting anyone mess with you.”

She’d promised herself she’d keep him safe.

Anthony grinned, leaning in so his nose brushed hers. “Only you get to mess with me.”

His voice was low, warm, the kind that made her heart skip. “You don’t have to pick a fight with Franco. I’m heading back to Apex tomorrow. We’ll reroute Solenia’s business somewhere else.”

“Tomorrow?” Charlotte’s eyes sparkled. She’d been racking her brain for a way to sneak off to Solenia without him noticing.

Anthony caught her surprised look and narrowed his gaze. He gently squeezed her waist, his voice a rough whisper. “You look way too happy about me leaving. Should I be worried?”

“No,” Charlotte said, batting her lashes as she leaned closer. “Can I come with you?”

“You stay here.” Anthony ruffled her hair, his tone gentle. “I’ll handle it and be back before you know it. Promise me you’ll behave while I’m gone.”

Thanks to N Organization, things had calmed down a bit. Still, crossing Franco had real consequences. The backlash was nasty, and Anthony had no choice. He needed to go back to Apex and rebuild their entire business network.

“Oh,” Charlotte murmured, licking her lips. She didn’t push it.

This was perfect. If Anthony stayed, she’d have no chance to get back to Solenia.

***

The next morning, five o’clock sharp, Charlotte put on her best puppy eyes, pouted, and coaxed Anthony into letting her drive him to the airport.

On the way, she curled up against him in the back seat, eyes closed, just listening to him fuss.

Only then did she let her smile fade. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, her eyes cold again. “Is everything ready?”

“Yes.” Jackson nodded. “Your plane’s waiting.”

“Let’s go.” Charlotte glanced at the sky where Anthony’s plane had disappeared, pulled her coat tighter around herself, and climbed aboard.

She dropped into her seat, legs casually crossed, the air around her almost icy.

“Give me the files Anthony dug up.”

“What files?” Adonis asked, confused.

Charlotte shot him a look, her lips barely moving as she spoke quietly. “My father’s files.”