The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1271

“Newell?”

When Anthony called his name, Newell’s expression shifted. His grip on the water glass tightened for just a second. He didn’t look up right away. After a brief pause, he finally met Anthony’s eyes, a faint, almost mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Newell? Anthony, I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

Anthony leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossing with an easy confidence. He tapped the table with his fingers, not too hard, not too soft, and his voice came out low and steady. “Mr. Churchill, your real name is Newell. When you were a teenager, you used your talent for disguise to create a new identity and start DM.”

Newell’s eyes flicked up. There was no panic, just calm composure. “And this is your theory? Do you have any proof?”

“Proof?” Anthony repeated, his gaze sharp. The black trench coat he wore made him look even taller, every inch the powerful, intimidating figure. There was an air about him that was impossible to ignore.

Compared to Anthony, Newell seemed softer. More refined.

“In six hours, a strand of your hair will be in Cabinda,” Anthony said, his tone almost casual. “I don’t think I need to explain what a DNA test will show.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, the silence in the room growing heavy. Finally, Newell let out a quiet, defeated laugh, propping his head on his hand.

He honestly hadn’t expected Anthony to be the one to figure it out. He always thought if anyone would see through him, it would be Charlotte.

“Guess that old saying about ‘pregnancy brain’ is true,” Newell muttered. He tried to smile, but it faded as he looked up at Anthony, his expression turning serious. “Let me reintroduce myself. I’m Newell, heir to the Churchill family, founder of DM, and Charlotte’s mentor.”

Anthony had suspected as much, but hearing Newell actually say it still hit hard. The two of them stared at each other, the tension in the hall thick and almost suffocating.

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