The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 885

Anthony stayed silent, his hand curling into a fist on the table. His whole vibe was ice cold. Charlotte had snuck off to Solenia without telling him, so of course she wasn’t going to make herself easy to reach.

“Anthony, do you think Franco locked her up?” Hans asked, glancing down the empty hallway, then at the wall of guards by the door. His voice edged up, anxious. “Charlotte’s smart. Franco must’ve done something to her.”

They couldn’t get through to Jackson or Adonis. Nobody from N Organization even knew she was back in Solenia. She was so desperate to cure her grandma that Anthony couldn’t even imagine how far she’d go for Covid-X.

“If Lottie comes to any harm, I’ll tear this place apart.”

The words had barely left Anthony’s mouth when a rough, deep voice echoed from across the room.

“Big talk.”

Anthony turned slowly. A tall figure stepped into view, looking completely at ease in smoke-gray loungewear. His hair was messy, his face all sharp angles and chill. His eyes were dark and locked right on Anthony.

Their gazes collided, both of them radiating frost.

Franco looked Anthony up and down, a quick scan. Decent height. Good-looking enough. But that attitude... and he definitely didn’t look like he was Charlotte’s age.

Thinking of his young, gorgeous daughter, Franco’s stare got even icier, like Anthony was a splinter he wanted gone. Even Hans could feel the extra heat between them this time. This was bad. Hans’s stomach twisted. He just hoped Charlotte was okay.

“So, I just heard you threaten to wreck my house. Is that what you said?” Franco asked, his lips curving in a cold, almost mocking smile.

“If Lottie gets so much as a scratch, forget the house. Not even your life would pay for it,” Anthony replied, his words sharp and freezing.

Franco’s face darkened. He looked ready to toss Anthony out right then and there. But he forced himself to keep calm. “And if I say no, what are you going to do about it?”

He didn’t know Anthony’s real name or what he did. Until he had everything figured out and was sure Anthony wasn’t a threat to Charlotte, there was no way he’d let him near her.

“Why don’t you find out...” Anthony’s eyes went razor sharp, his words cutting through the room. “Let’s see if your house can survive an airstrike in the next thirty minutes.”

Airstrike?

Franco’s stare grew even darker, his thoughts racing.

“Mr. Hawk!” Before Franco could answer, the butler rushed up, face drained of color. He leaned in and whispered, “There’s an infrared targeting signal above the house.”