The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 982

Cedric glanced over, clearly not thrilled about the idea. He was about to say no, but then he caught Charlotte’s icy stare. The way she looked at him was enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

He swallowed, a little nervously, then opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. He buckled up in silence, sneaking a quick look at Nine in the back.

Nine was the youngest in DM. Technically, she was a member, but in all these years, she’d barely set foot at DM. Newell was so protective of her that he hadn’t even revealed her true identity to the world. Even the longtime DM veterans had never met her. All they knew was there was a girl Newell valued above almost everyone.

Cedric just didn’t get it. DM had so many amazing people. Why did it have to be Nine who was chosen to take over?

He glanced at Charlotte again, feeling a weird sense of sympathy for Newell. Right then, Charlotte snapped her eyes open and shot him a look so cold it could freeze water.

Cedric jumped a little, quickly turning his gaze to the front. He sat up straight, hands folded, not daring to sneak another look.

The car rolled down the long street. Outside, trees blurred past, and the road was bathed in the warm glow of streetlights.

Charlotte turned and gazed out at the city, bright and alive. Suddenly, she remembered her first time in Novaria. Back then, she’d just escaped from the sanatorium. Her friends were gone, and she was a mess inside and out. That was when she met Newell.

He’d looked at her and, without any preamble, said, “If you want to survive, if you want to protect the people you care about, you have to become strong. Otherwise, you’ll always be the one getting hurt.”

After that, he brought her to Novaria. In what felt like no time at all, he taught her so much, helping her grow stronger and more capable.

She couldn’t believe it had already been nearly five years.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed when the car slowed to a stop. Looking up, she realized they’d arrived at Newell’s private home. Every light was on, making the whole villa glow like it was still daytime.

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