The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1103

The Hawk Estate.

Allanson sat at the head of the long table, his eyes half-closed. The air around him felt cold, almost sharp, like nobody dared breathe too loudly.

“How did you manage to lose them on our own turf?” Aloys snapped, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and biting.

On the other end, his subordinate tried to explain. “Franco’s crew hacked the street cameras and messed with the traffic lights. That’s how they slipped away…”

Aloys cut him off, scowling. “Useless. All of you.” He hung up with a hard tap, jaw tight, then turned and bowed his head to Allanson. “Franco was ready for us this time. He’s after the antidote.”

The long-range artillery they were talking about was no joke. It was the first weapon of its kind, developed by the N Organization’s military division. The wasteland Franco hit earlier was still blazing. If he aimed that firepower at the Isle of Veil, the consequences would be catastrophic.

“We tried hacking into Solenia’s systems to stop the missiles, but nothing worked,” Aloys said, glancing up at his father. “Do you really think Franco will pull the trigger?”

He couldn’t help wondering what his father actually wanted from Charlotte. Was it really all about her so-called perfect genes, or was there something else? He couldn’t imagine Allanson wanting someone that hard to control as the next heir.

Allanson opened his eyes slowly, his gaze dropping to the file sitting beside him. Charlotte’s profile was printed on the cover, along with a photo. The information inside was so sparse, it was obvious someone had gone to great lengths to hide the truth. Not even the Isle of Veil’s intelligence team could dig up more.

“I have the only antidote,” Allanson muttered, scoffing as he looked away. “He won’t risk it. Not if he cares about saving his wife and daughter.”

Aloys frowned, unconvinced. This felt way too complicated. Franco refused to hand over Charlotte, but he wouldn’t actually attack either. The whole thing was stuck, going nowhere.

Before he could think it through any further, someone’s footsteps echoed in the hallway, quick and urgent.

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