The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1904

The employees sitting across from him didn't dare breathe a word.

Instead, they covertly gossiped on their phones.

Employee 1: [I heard he went through a bad breakup. Is it true?]

Employee 2: [Wrong, he totally got dumped!]

Employee 3: [Don't talk nonsense. He just got rejected after confessing his feelings!]

Roger getting rejected?

Did that even defy the laws of physics?

Obviously, yes!

Employee 1: [He just hit the biggest roadblock of his life.]

Employee 2: [A while ago, someone asked—since he's so handsome, rich, and brilliant at his job, what flaw could God have possibly given him? Well, now we know!]

Employee 3: [He's in a terrible mood, which means our lives are going to be absolute hell.]

"Doesn't the institute have a field-support program scheduled for mid-July?"

The sudden question snapped the three employees back to reality.

"Yes, sir," Employee 1 replied quickly. "We've already scheduled the new hires to go. It lasts about two weeks."

"Put me on the roster."

Roger demanded without a second thought.

"You, sir?" The employee balked, needing to double-check. "The village we're going to is incredibly remote and underdeveloped. The conditions are extremely rough. Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes."

Roger nodded. "I'll handle the explanations with upper management."

Typically, a senior executive like him wouldn't be caught dead doing grunt work in the field.

"Understood."

The three employees exchanged a terrified glance, their faces paling.

They were doomed.

He had truly been pushed over the edge.

—

"Let's begin."

Checking the time, Charlotte uncapped her pen, sounding entirely businesslike. "After this, I still have to go proctor an exam over at The Cabinda University."

The two proctors were rendered absolutely speechless.

—

It was a two-hour exam, but Charlotte blew through it in twenty minutes.

She finished, slammed her paper on the desk, and walked out.

She moved so fast the professors barely had time to register what happened.

Once she was gone, the two men—who had been sitting perfectly rigid at the podium in a state of sheer reverence—let out massive sighs of relief.

She was terrifying.

Honestly, who was proctoring who?

The remaining students visibly relaxed, their death grips on their pens finally loosening.

Her mere presence had been infinitely more intimidating than the actual proctors or any security camera ever could be.