The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1859

“Charlotte, I think that's the fake Asclepius,” Hans murmured, craning his neck.

Charlotte didn't respond. With her hands casually tucked into her pockets and her eyes slightly lowered, she lazily sized the woman up.

Her true face had never once been exposed to the public.

At best, someone might have caught a blurry, unauthorized shot of her back.

The fake Asclepius had definitely done her homework. The outfit was a surprisingly decent imitation.

Queenie seemed to notice Charlotte's gaze and turned to look at her.

The moment Queenie locked eyes with Charlotte's bare, strikingly luminous face—and those cold, bottomless eyes devoid of any emotion—her chest tightened violently.

With just a single glance, an overwhelming, suffocating pressure crashed into her.

“That's Charlotte,” the assistant whispered, sensing her tension. “The man next to her is her husband, the CEO of The Blair Group, Anthony. It is no exaggeration to say his influence spans half the globe.”

“She only qualified for this competition because Anthony undoubtedly pulled a massive amount of strings behind the scenes.”

Because Aurelia's team operated primarily overseas, they were painfully ignorant of local news.

Naturally, they had no idea that of all Charlotte's terrifying identities, being ‘Mrs. Blair’ was actually the least impressive.

“Is that so?”

Queenie adjusted her sunglasses, a lonely, cynical smirk curling her lips. Her tone dripped with disdain. “I have no idea what the International Medical Alliance is thinking, dragging random nobodies in to compare with Asclepius.”

Did this girl have any of Asclepius's achievements?

Could she even comprehend a fraction of Asclepius's skills?

“Her lack of real talent is exactly what works in your favor,” the assistant reasoned.

“All the relevant academic leaders from Cabinda and the neighboring cities are attending today.”

“Especially the dean of Cabinda University's medical school. They approached us recently to discuss a partnership.”

“Didn't you always want to be a professor?” The assistant shot Queenie a meaningful look. “This is your golden opportunity.”

“I want to be a teacher, yes, but I never wanted to do it while hiding behind Asclepius's name.”

Queenie's expression froze, her voice dropping into a bitter, resentful hiss. “Even without the name Asclepius, I am more than capable of getting what I want.”

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