The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1230

Charlotte caught Mr. Churchill’s odd behavior too. She frowned and parted her lips, her tone blunt. “He really doesn’t seem right in the head.”

Anthony’s gaze locked onto Mr. Churchill. He looked him over from head to toe, remembering the way Churchill had stared at Lottie earlier. Anthony’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering there.

Mr. Churchill… Either he really isn’t all there, or he has some kind of plan for Lottie. Otherwise, this whole kidnapping wouldn’t have gone so easily. And he wouldn’t have jumped in to defend her when those five bodyguards made their move.

This hostage was definitely not what anyone expected. Was he connected to Newell somehow?

Anthony finally looked away, his eyes growing darker as he muttered, “Yeah, he really does seem off.”

Newell, who could hear everything from where he stood, was left speechless.

The sports car had already stopped in the distance. Surrounded by bodyguards, Allanson got out, cane in hand, radiating authority with every step.

Once he was steady, he ignored Aloys and Rena heading his way. Instead, his tired eyes swept over the crowd and landed on Charlotte, standing about fifteen feet away.

He realized he’d never really looked at her before. She was always getting under his skin, always making him mad, so he’d never taken the time to really see her face.

Now that he did, he had to admit she looked a lot like Mrs. W. The resemblance was especially obvious in that cool, untouchable vibe of hers, the way she seemed to look right through everyone.

A sharp pain shot through Allanson’s chest, like he’d been punched right in the heart.

Charlotte saw him too. She didn’t look scared or even bothered. Instead, she just glanced away, like he was nothing but empty air.

“Allanson, it’s been a while.” Damaris stepped forward, lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “How have you been?”

“Thank you for asking, Damaris.” Allanson’s reply was icy, his attention quickly shifting to Aloys and Rena. His gaze turned even colder.

“Father…” Aloys hung his head, wringing his hands, visibly anxious. “Why are you here?”

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