The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1077

“Mr. Churchill!”

The moment the bodyguards realized who was inside the sports car, they all lowered their heads, their posture instantly respectful.

The car rolled to a stop, and the window slid down. Newell’s face appeared, calm and elegant, his features soft but unmistakably refined. His blue eyes swept over the bodyguards, then landed on Asclepius standing nearby.

Charlotte didn’t flinch or move. She just lifted her lashes and met his gaze with cool, indifferent eyes, clearly not bothered about being recognized.

Newell caught her attitude and, almost as if to hide a smile, pressed his fist to his lips and gave a soft cough. Then he got out of the car, walked straight over to Charlotte, and looked her up and down, clearly intrigued.

“And this is…” he started.

Charlotte said nothing.

“This is Asclepius. Mr. Aloys invited him,” one of the bodyguards explained quickly, knowing Asclepius’s reputation for impatience.

“So you’re Asclepius.” Newell stepped closer, offering his hand with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Charlotte just frowned slightly and glanced at his hand, but didn’t take it. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a germaphobe,” she said, voice flat.

Newell froze for a second. A germaphobe? He’d seen her holding hands with Anthony more times than he could count. She was always the one to reach out first, too.

“You know, you look kind of familiar…” Newell said, pulling his hand back, trying to play it off with a wry little smile.

“Do I?” Charlotte checked her watch, already looking annoyed. She turned away, not even bothering to hide her impatience. “Funny, you look familiar to me, too,” she replied coolly.

Newell blinked, thrown off.

Charlotte didn’t stop. “You remind me of this really annoying old man.”

Newell was left speechless.

“Mr. Churchill, where should we park your car?” one of the bodyguards asked, stepping in to break the tension.

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