The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 821

“Franco?”

Charlotte’s brow tightened at Jackson’s words.

She’d just snatched up so many things right out from under Franco. Now she was supposed to take something else from him? That felt like pushing her luck.

She picked up the auction catalog again and flipped through it, paying closer attention this time. The medicine in question was for cell research, which she hadn’t really noticed before. The lab only needed this one specific drug. If she couldn’t get it from Franco, she’d have nothing to show for the trip.

Sighing, Charlotte closed the catalog and stuffed her hands in her pockets. Her long lashes cast shadows over her face, a touch of irritation creeping into her usually delicate features.

Glenn was a research nut. He was easy to get along with most of the time, but when it came to his work, nothing was more important to him. She could already picture his reaction if she went back empty-handed—he’d be grumbling and glaring for days.

“We’re not heading back to Cabinda just yet,” Anthony said, noticing her frustration and ruffling her hair in reassurance. “Let’s get out of here first, then we’ll figure out how to deal with Franco.”

Charlotte nodded. If it really came down to it, she could always try trading Franco one of the drugs she’d won.

“Is the car ready?”

“Yes,” Jackson answered with a respectful nod. “I’ve already called in a team from the N Organization.”

With all the rare medicine they’d picked up in a place as unpredictable as Solenia, it was only a matter of time before someone got greedy. Especially Franco.

…

The auction was nearly over.

A staff member stepped into the VIP room. “Hello, your total comes to 1.17 billion.”

Franco, who was checking in with a doctor about Nora’s condition, lifted his brows. No words needed. The message was clear.

“Yes, sir. I’ll handle it,” the butler replied. He bowed and hurried off with a team.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the auction house, Newell was resting. His already pale cheeks looked even whiter under the dim lights, giving him an almost fragile beauty.

“Newell, Nine and Anthony have left,” his assistant reported quietly.

Before Newell could respond, his phone rang. He picked up, listened for a moment, then his expression changed completely. “Newell, our people say there’s an ambush outside.”

They were clearly after the drugs Nine was carrying.

Even though Nine had people from the N Organization with her, they’d made sure to hide any identifying marks to avoid drawing attention. But those after the medicine wouldn’t stop for anything.