The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 894

If anyone had to go for the medicine, it should have been him taking the risk, not her.

Franco sat there, listening quietly. He only knew Anthony as the head of the X Organization—a man known for being sharp and impossible to read. At first, Franco had worried that Charlotte would get in over her head with someone like that. But now that he knew she was Nine of the N Organization, well, with Charlotte’s personality, there was no way she’d be an easy mark.

“Mr. Hawk, I know whatever I say right now, you’re going to have doubts.” Before Franco could get lost in his thoughts, Anthony spoke up again. His voice was earnest. “Just give me a little time. If I ever let Lottie down, if I ever disappoint her, you can shoot me yourself. But honestly, you won’t get that chance.”

Anthony gave a slight smile, sounding completely sure of himself.

No chance at all?

Franco kept his lips pressed together, watching Anthony seriously. He remembered what Anthony said earlier: ten X Organizations couldn’t compare to one Lottie. He thought back to the auction, too, and the way Anthony had looked out for Charlotte, never missing a detail.

Franco stared at Anthony for a long time before finally turning away, almost like he was surrendering. “Charlotte likes you. We respect her choice. But if you ever let her get hurt, even a little…”

Anthony looked him in the eye, nodded, and said quietly, “I won’t. I couldn’t do that to her.”

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In the bedroom, Charlotte sat beside Nora’s big bed. She’d looked at the door at least ten times now, completely distracted since she got back.

“Lottie, what are you waiting for?” Nora asked, squeezing her hand gently.

“I’m waiting for someone,” Charlotte said softly, licking her lips and giving Nora a gentle look.

Franco’s smile froze in place. Nora just stared, completely thrown off.

Was this the same man who’d come with Lottie to the presidential residence last time? Were they really together?

Nora had told herself to be ready for this, but seeing her precious daughter running into someone else’s arms still stung. Lottie had only just come home, and soon she’d be out of her life again.

But it was obvious—this man really loved her.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Anthony said, patting Charlotte gently on the back of her head. His voice was so soft it was almost hard to believe. He glanced at the two people staring at him like hawks. “Your parents are watching, Lottie. Go easy on me, okay?”