The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 959

Charlotte listened to the busy tone on the other end, then shot Anthony an innocent look and batted her eyelashes. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Nope.” Anthony, who had just been called amazing, walked over with a grin. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and smiled even wider. “Your boyfriend really is that impressive.”

Were they even talking about the same thing? Charlotte pursed her lips and looked up at the cloudy sky, her tone casual. “My mentor is such a ruthless old man.”

“Yeah, totally heartless,” Anthony said, amused by how cute she looked. He tugged her loose jacket a little closer around her shoulders. “Looks like it’s about to rain. Visibility will be bad, so flying isn’t a good idea.”

Plus, the whole Isle of Veil was under lockdown. Taking off now would be risky. Charlotte’s mentor probably knew that, which was why he’d said no.

Honestly, being Charlotte’s mentor and surviving all this? That was impressive. Anthony really wanted to meet this old guy with nerves of steel one day.

Right then, Jackson’s voice called out from nearby.

“Charlotte, Newell’s guy just called. There’s supposed to be a huge storm in half an hour. It’s not safe to fly.”

“He said you and Anthony should stay on the Isle of Veil tonight. Tomorrow, he’ll arrange a plane to get us out.”

“Why didn’t he call me himself?” Charlotte frowned, asking without much thought.

Jackson hesitated, swallowed, then tried to keep a straight face. “Apparently, Newell wasn’t feeling so great after your last call.” If he picked up the phone again, he might just die from the stress… Yeah, that seemed about right.

Charlotte shrugged and made a face. “So, where are we staying?”

Jackson rubbed his nose, sneaking a glance at Charlotte’s expression. “Newell said…”

“Said what?” Charlotte’s frown deepened.

“We’re spending the night here,” Charlotte told them. “We’ll head out in the morning.” She tilted her head to look at Anthony, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “So, Anthony, where are we staying tonight?”

Aloys had locked down every exit. There was no way he’d miss the hotels.

“Relax. I’m not letting you sleep on the street,” Anthony said, pulling her into a hug. He pressed his chin to the top of her head and let out a warm, low laugh.

…

When their group stepped into the hotel lobby, the manager in a crisp uniform hurried over to greet them.

“Mr. Blair.” The manager bowed his head, his tone full of respect. “Just as you requested, the entire hotel has been cleared.”