The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1427

Imperial Heights.

Once they got home, Anthony headed straight for the shower. Charlotte sank into the couch, one hand absently rubbing her slightly rounded belly as she scrolled through the latest headlines on her phone.

The Broadcasting Commission had just released its new approved projects list. Right in the center of the page was Storm, front and center, impossible to miss. There was a caption underneath: J’s newest masterpiece. Female lead: Emily. Male lead: To be decided. Honestly, in a show focused on the heroine, the guy was always just there to support anyway.

The whole internet lit up. It had been years since Eldoria had gotten international attention, and now everyone was talking about it. Before long, someone online picked up on something strange.

“Wait, aren’t the two J’s the same person?”

“I heard J finished Storm’s script in just three days. Yeah, they’re definitely the same!”

“They’ve cast the female lead already, but what about the male lead?”

Everyone who’d read the original comic knew— the male lead was everything. Super capable, a total flirt, and all the sweetness and fun in the whole story basically came from him. Instantly, while sleuths online debated J’s real identity, fans started tossing out their dream picks for the male lead.

“Honestly, there are barely any actors who can play someone who’s both a charming troublemaker and genuinely deep.”

Then, out of nowhere, some eagle-eyed fan jumped in. “What do you mean, there’s no one? Kenneth is perfect for this! It’s like he stepped right out of the pages.”

Charlotte saw that comment just as her phone buzzed with a new notification. It was a message from her editor.

With the Storm situation under control, Charlotte turned her attention to Kemp and Adela. Adela’s father had just been suspended pending investigation, and since her contract with Apex Mediaworks hadn’t expired yet, firing her right away wasn’t an option. But without her family’s power behind her, and with her so-so abilities, she wasn’t likely to get handed any new opportunities. No resources basically meant she was getting iced out. Give it some time, and she’d leave on her own.

Letting her actually feel what it’s like for regular people to fight their way up from the bottom—Charlotte thought that sounded about right.

After finishing up everything, Charlotte suddenly remembered her snacks were still with her bodyguard.

“Charlotte.” Her bodyguard walked over, sneaking the bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos into her hand, glancing around like they were up to something illegal.

“Thanks.” Charlotte accepted it, her delicate brows lifting a little as she offered a small satisfied smile.