The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 971

“Newell, there’s something else…”

Cedric gripped the steering wheel, looking a little uneasy. After hesitating, he finally spoke up. “Your dad mentioned your engagement to Marcia again. He wants you to come home when you can, so both families can talk about the wedding.”

The car fell silent.

The marriage between the two families had been set up more than twenty years ago. There weren’t many big families on the Isle of Veil, but the Hawk family and the Churchill family were at the top. An alliance through marriage was the best way to keep their power solid. Everyone on the island saw it as a done deal—the perfect match.

Newell didn’t say anything, and Cedric thought maybe he hadn’t heard. He swallowed, his nerves obvious, and tried again. “Newell, Marcia’s asked to see you so many times. Maybe you could—”

“Maybe I could what?” Newell cut him off, his voice icy cold. There was a chill in his eyes. “If you care that much, why don’t you marry her yourself?”

Cedric’s face went pale. “I wouldn’t dare!”

Honestly, he didn’t get it at all. Newell knew that Nine was the real heir to the Hawk family. If that ever got out, with Allanson’s obsession with bloodlines, he would definitely try to match the two of them up. Newell would agree in a heartbeat, and if the two teamed up, nobody could stop them. Not just the Isle of Veil—even other countries and continents wouldn’t stand a chance.

Marcia was smart, sure, but compared to Nine, she just didn’t measure up. No wonder Newell had zero interest in her.

“Then keep your mouth shut,” Newell muttered, throwing Cedric a cold glare. He leaned back in his seat, finally relaxing a little, though his eyes grew darker. “Is tomorrow’s flight all set? No surprises?”

“Yes,” Cedric replied, sounding extra respectful.

“Since we know Mrs. W is in Cabinda, speed things up and get the information.” Newell closed his eyes, exhaustion written all over his face. He had to find a cure before Nine turned twenty.

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The next morning.

After a night of heavy rain, the Isle of Veil looked fresh and clean. Sunlight poured down, and it felt like a brand new day.

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