The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1165

The pharmacy institute sat on the north side of the Isle of Veil, its windows glowing even in the middle of the night. Across the river, you could just make out the Hawk Family’s estate, shrouded in darkness. The institute was lit up like a beacon and guarded like a fortress.

Charlotte eased her motorcycle under a tree, phone in hand, scrolling and tapping with practiced ease. She glanced up at the institute’s tall perimeter wall, her gaze lingering with lazy curiosity.

Two minutes later, the lights inside the institute flickered out. Security cameras went dark. Charlotte barely smirked. After all those practice runs on the Hawk Family’s systems, this almost felt too easy.

She tossed her phone into her bag and slipped inside without breaking a sweat. No one stopped her. She moved through the halls like she belonged there, heading straight for the records room.

Inside, she found what she was looking for. Of the five founders, Mrs. W was the most important. Every entry log, every blood sample record, all perfectly preserved. Charlotte took the vial of blood, tucked it carefully into her bag, and headed out.

She nearly made it to the exit of the Churchill Group compound when headlights blazed suddenly, blinding her. She squinted, lifting her head to see who it was.

A car door opened. A man stepped out, dressed in a sharp black suit, his skin so pale it almost glowed in the night. He looked her up and down, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Charlotte, you really…” Newell crossed his arms, his gaze lingering on her leather jacket and the dark, silent building behind her. He already knew what was going on.

He knew Charlotte was planning to take control in two days. He’d already figured out Mrs. W’s blood was stored here. Now it was obvious she’d figured it out too.

“I must’ve taken a wrong turn,” Charlotte said. She kept the motorcycle running, hands on the handlebars, boots planted on the ground, her face striking under the moonlight.

“A wrong turn?” Newell tilted his head, a wry smile playing at his lips. “Do I look that gullible?”

“You said it, not me.”

“Hand it over, Charlotte.”

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