The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1266

“Do you need something?” Charlotte arched an eyebrow, her eyes cool as she looked at him, sounding almost bored.

“Just a little something.” Mr. Churchill gave a slight smile, his gaze sliding from her stomach up to her bright, healthy face. “This isn’t really the best spot. How about we talk in the car?”

“Sure.”

Charlotte didn’t hesitate at all. She walked straight to Mr. Churchill’s car, pulled the door open, and slid inside.

Newell stood there for a second, caught off guard by how easy that was. He finally blurted out, “Charlotte, aren’t you worried I might want payback for that whole kidnapping thing last time?”

“Payback?”

She leaned back in the seat, set her backpack on her lap, and buckled up even though she was in the back.

“You’re saying you want revenge on me for kidnapping you?” When she heard Mr. Churchill say it, she lifted her chin a little. “Are you for real?”

Her voice was flat, her face full of disdain.

There was a short pause. Mr. Churchill let out an awkward laugh, trying to play it off. “I’m just joking.”

Coward.

Other than his eyes, which looked a bit like Newell’s, Mr. Churchill had nothing in common with him. No guts, no brains. Right now, she was seriously starting to doubt that whole story about him being the illegitimate son.

“So. What do you want?” Charlotte asked, using the moment to text Anthony and let him know she was meeting Mr. Churchill.

“I heard you need someone for a clinical trial for the antidote you’re working on. Maybe I could volunteer.” Mr. Churchill was straightforward, sitting in the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, I’m not after anything else. I just want to live.”

“How do you even know about the antidote?”

Charlotte looked up at him, her stare deep and hard to read. She had a serious presence.

“Your mentor told me.”

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