The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 984

Anthony flicked the ash from his cigarette, a thin swirl of smoke drifting from his nose. His face, already sharp and distant, looked even more icy.

Last time, Rena lost seven billion to Lottie. There was no way she wasn’t strapped for cash now.

If she wouldn’t hand it over, it just meant the offer wasn’t tempting enough.

Lottie’s things weren’t just about money. If he had to, Anthony would risk everything to get them back for her. He would never let her feel even a trace of regret.

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The next morning.

Charlotte barely slept, stuck in that hazy state between dreams and waking the whole night. Not seeing Anthony when she woke up only made her mood worse.

She washed up and ended up sitting in a hanging chair, zoning out.

“Eat some breakfast. We’ve got a lot to do today,” Newell called out as he walked in, noticing the untouched food on the table. His brow creased.

Charlotte glanced at the food, looking tired and uninterested. “I’m not hungry.”

Not hungry? Everything was made just the way she liked it.

“Have some milk, then. No sugar,” Newell said, not pushing her, but signaling someone to bring the milk over. “No sugar, so it won’t taste weird.”

Charlotte barely looked at it. “I don’t even like milk,” she muttered.

Before Newell could say anything else, Adonis came over holding a carton. “Charlotte, I found this in your suitcase. Anthony must have packed it for you.”

“Give it here.”

Charlotte’s eyes brightened a little. She took the milk, stuck in the straw, and took a big sip.

The cool drink slid down, easing some of the weird heaviness in her chest. She hopped off the chair, suddenly in better spirits. “Aren’t we meeting the team today? Let’s go!”

The sooner it was over, the sooner she could get back.

Newell watched her, sipping milk with a look of pure contentment. He remembered her saying she didn’t like milk.

She seemed to be enjoying it now.

What was with all her picky little habits?

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