The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 818

Spending seventy million on this? That’s just throwing money away.

“It’s worth it,” Charlotte said, barely glancing up as she typed in her bid and tapped confirm.

Sure enough, the other side raised instantly. Eighty million.

When the new number flashed across the big screen, Charlotte’s eyes sparkled. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Charlotte, you can’t keep this up,” Jackson said, unable to stay quiet any longer. When Charlotte shot both him and Adonis a lazy look, he quickly turned to Anthony for help. “Anthony, say something to her.”

They had money, but Charlotte seemed determined to burn through all of it.

Catching the desperate looks from Jackson and Adonis, Anthony leaned forward and checked the chemical breakdown on the screen. Both N Organization’s lab and X Organization could make this formula with a little effort. And Charlotte had just pushed the price all the way to eighty million.

“This drug…” Anthony started.

Jackson and Adonis stared at him, waiting, hope written all over their faces.

They were practically screaming in their heads. Anthony, please, get your wife to stop!

“If Lottie wants it, let her have it,” Anthony said.

Jackson and Adonis were floored. Wait, what?

“Who said I actually want it?” Charlotte drummed her fingers on the table, but instead of upping her bid, she hit the forfeit button.

What was she doing? Was she just driving the price up for fun and then backing out? Neither of them understood her move at all.

Charlotte took a sip of water, then explained, cool as ever. “It’s actually our lab’s project.”

“What?” Jackson and Adonis blurted out together. “Your lab’s project?”

“Yep.” Charlotte set down her glass, looking smug. “It finished a few days ago. I signed it up for the auction, and it got picked.”

Jackson and Adonis were speechless.

Anthony just stared at her, stunned.

Watching Franco’s face, the butler started sweating. Nobody ever messed with Franco.

He braced himself for an explosion, but instead, Franco let out a low chuckle.

The butler was stunned.

Franco was laughing. And not at his wife, either.

“Franco, you…” The butler glanced at Charlotte, then back at Franco, totally lost.

“Don’t you think, when she’s up to no good, and especially when she gets away with it, she looks a lot like my wife?” Franco asked.

The butler looked again. He had to admit, there was a resemblance. “She does, a little. If only we could see her face under that mask.”

Franco’s mouth curled up in a slight smile. “After the auction, don’t let her leave.”

“Yes, sir,” the butler said, nodding.