The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1264

Newell’s brow creased, lips pressed tightly together, his whole face icy and unreadable.

“Now that you’ve made up your mind, do as I say.” Damaris lounged on the sofa, legs crossed with a casual elegance, her voice slow and deliberate. “If you don’t, you’ll never leave the Isle of Veil.”

Keeping him locked up at the Churchill Estate these past days had definitely made a difference.

“What exactly do you want me to do?” Newell sat across from her, eyes narrowed, his expression impossible to read.

“Tell Charlotte who you really are. Have her hand over the antidote,” Damaris replied.

“And after that?” Newell’s tone was flat.

Damaris’s smile faded. Her gaze turned sharp and cold, her voice rising just a bit. “After that, you bring me the antidote. We’ll use it to study the gene mutation. Newell, if Charlotte could create the antidote, she must know what’s causing the mutation too. You’re her mentor, she respects you. All you have to do is ask and she’ll hand it over. She’d never see it coming…”

Newell let out a low, cold laugh, cutting her off. “I think I’ve given you too much credit.”

He stood up slowly, towering over her. “I’m not telling Charlotte anything about who I am. And I’m definitely not giving you the antidote.”

Damaris’s face drained of color, her voice trembling. “What did you just say?”

She was so close to finishing her research, and now he was refusing to help?

“So, my little time-out wasn’t enough for you to think things through,” she muttered, her anger suddenly flaring. “Since you won’t do it, I’ll just have to do it myself.”

She snapped, “Guards! Take Newell back to his room. No one lets him out unless I say so.”

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