The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2143

Before long.

A knock echoed on the monitoring room door.

A maid led a little boy of mixed heritage into the room.

He looked to be about three years old, dressed in a small plaid shirt and dark shorts.

He had delicate features and luminous skin, with large, bright deep-blue eyes.

His dark hair was slightly curly, making him look as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

"Mommy."

The moment he saw Tansy, Hector broke away from the maid and trotted into his mother's arms, clinging to her tightly and burying his little face against her chest.

"Mommy's here." Tansy managed a heartbroken smile, stroking her son's head. "Don't be afraid," she rasped. "Mommy will protect you."

She had used her broken Eldorian to teach her son how to speak.

She clung to the hope that one day he might meet Donald.

Hector held onto his mother, his gaze drifting to the surveillance monitor. He got a clear look at the man's face.

That was Daddy!

He recognized him!

Mommy showed him pictures of Daddy all the time!

Mommy always told him that Daddy was a hero!

"That's enough." Seeing the mother and son clinging to each other, The Overlord waved his hand. Someone immediately stepped forward and pulled the child away.

"Mommy, Mommy..."

Hector struggled desperately, but he couldn't escape his fate of being dragged out of the room.

Tansy stood frozen in place. Listening to her son's cries, her hands slowly curled into tight fists.

Enough.

She had truly had enough of this life.

Her original plan was to wait until she married Prince Aurelian, safely send Hector off to Eldoria, and then end her own life.

But now... it seemed she couldn't wait that long.

In less than two days...

How was she supposed to stop all of this from happening?!

Imperial Heights.

Anthony found himself unexpectedly struggling with insomnia.

Less than five minutes later, Hans called back.

"The Stygian Syndicate has a massive shipment of goods stranded in Latin America for a long time. Due to strict customs checkpoints across various nations, they haven't been able to move it into other countries."

"My guess is..." Hans paused for a moment before speaking respectfully. "They discovered Mrs. Blair's identity as a hacker and want her to breach the security networks so those goods can be smuggled through illegally."

Anthony had naturally deduced this as well.

But exactly when were they planning to move the goods?

Anthony pulled out his phone and stared at the texts Lottie had sent him.

Setting aside the first few that were scheduled two hours apart, the rest—over a dozen of them—had all been sent simultaneously.

Over a dozen texts...

Anthony carefully analyzed the timeline. If each text represented a two-hour interval...

That pointed to... tomorrow afternoon.

Lottie was using the messages to tell him that The Stygian Syndicate would make their move tomorrow afternoon.

"Mr. Blair, do you need me to mobilize our forces immediately?" Hans asked.

Anyone daring to touch Mrs. Blair must have a death wish.

"No."