The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1305

At the same time, on the other side of the Hawk Estate, Allanson sat at his desk, turning a picture frame over in his hands. He didn’t look up, just listened to the butler’s update with half his attention.

“That’s everything for now,” the butler finished, then glanced up, his tone respectful. “Allanson, people from Solenia and the N Organization managed to sneak onto the Isle of Veil. They’re hiding in different places. Do you want me to order a search?”

It was no surprise, really. These were some of the world’s most powerful groups. They’d managed to slip past all the security and get onto the island, completely unnoticed.

“No need,” Allanson replied, taking his time as he wiped the picture frame with a tissue. His face stayed calm and unreadable. “They won’t be able to stir up much.”

Won’t be able to stir up much? The butler was caught off guard. His mouth opened, but he thought better of saying anything. This was Solenia and the N Organization they were talking about. And there was a good chance the X Organization was backing them too. Even with home field advantage, if those three joined forces, Allanson might not come out on top.

“How’s Aloys?” Allanson asked, still focused on the frame.

“Aloys has been keeping a low profile lately. Our people haven’t been able to get close,” the butler answered honestly.

Ever since outside forces had been recalled, tension had wrapped the Isle of Veil in a thick cloud. Everyone was whispering, wondering if an heir was about to be announced. Aloys had to be feeling the pressure. He’d definitely take steps to protect himself. Maybe he was even planning to make a move for power.

“Is that so?” Allanson’s lips twitched into a smile, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Let them do what they want. You can go.”

“…Yes, sir.”

The butler left, more confused than ever. Allanson was being way too relaxed for someone on the verge of a showdown with three major organizations. Unless… Maybe Allanson had something up his sleeve. Maybe he was sure he’d win.

***

In a villa on the outskirts of Cabinda, Charlotte had doubled the security before leaving, making sure Newell wouldn’t try to slip away. Now, surrounded by bodyguards who watched his every move, Newell rubbed his temples, feeling the pressure.

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