The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1858

Charlotte: [Is that so?]

Charlotte typed out the brief reply, her gaze dropping to Queenie's simplified dossier.

Orphaned, an illegal immigrant... discovered by Aurelia and molded entirely in her image...

Reading between the lines, Charlotte easily deduced their end game.

They wanted Queenie to infiltrate the International Medical Alliance, seize power, and twist a global organization into a private tool for Aurelia.

Hmph.

It was a decent plan. They were just completely delusional about who they were messing with.

Adonis: [Charlotte, how do you want to handle this?]

Charlotte: [Investigate Aurelia's pharmaceutical conglomerate. I want every single piece of data you can find on them.]

Perfect timing. She could settle old scores and new grudges all at once.

Years ago, Eldoria genuinely didn't have the power to fight back against them.

But things were different now.

Even a docile rabbit would bite when cornered.

Let alone a rabbit that had grown into an apex predator.

Charlotte: [I'll handle Queenie myself tomorrow.]

Tomorrow was Monday. The day of the International Medical Alliance selection.

Jackson & Adonis: [Understood, Charlotte.]

Ending the chat, Charlotte opened the email from the International Medical Alliance outlining tomorrow's schedule.

Because the two candidates held such unique status, the selection process was vastly different from a standard competition.

After skimming it for a few seconds, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion hit her.

She pulled up Anthony's social media and fired off a text: [Our little one wants to know why you aren't home yet.]

Anthony received the message the exact second his car pulled up to the driveway.

He stepped out, grabbing a bag of warm roasted sweet potatoes, and hurried upstairs.

Pushing the bedroom door open, he saw Charlotte slumped against the pillows, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

She looked so small, her slightly fitted pajamas gently highlighting the curve of her pregnant belly.

Bathed in the soft glow of the bedroom light, the usual sharp edge of her youth had softened, replaced by a profound, breathtaking maternal warmth.

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