The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 143

“Anthony, the rumors aren’t true, right…”

Kenneth pressed his lips together, pushed his wild hair back, and leaned over the table until his face was almost touching Anthony’s. He cleared his throat a couple of times and lowered his voice.

At that, Anthony’s hands stilled. His eyes, deep and dark as ink, landed on Kenneth. His tone was sharp, almost dangerous. “What rumors?”

Kenneth instantly got serious. He’d been around the entertainment industry long enough to see everything, including guys dating guys. He liked to think he was open-minded. But his best friend? Liking men? That was a different story. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it.

His gaze drifted to the black backpack tossed on the sofa. He could practically see Patricia chasing Anthony around with her cane, furious.

“Are you the… you know, the one on top or the one on the bottom?” Kenneth lowered his voice even more, sounding both curious and a little disappointed. “You look like you’d be the top.”

Anthony’s expression darkened. His brow pulled tight and his lips pressed together. The air around him seemed to turn icy.

“When did you find out?” Anthony asked, his voice even colder.

Kenneth, oblivious to the shift in mood, leaned in like he was sharing a secret. “How long have you been with this guy? Is this your first, or have there been others?”

He sighed. “I can’t believe you actually like men…”

Before Kenneth could finish, Anthony shoved his elbow hard. Kenneth lost his balance and crashed face-first onto the table.

“Ow!”

Anthony finished the last lychee, wiped his fingers with a napkin, and looked at Kenneth with a chilly glare. His tone was flat, but there was a threat beneath it. “You made me come here in the middle of the night for this nonsense?”

He tossed the used napkin at Kenneth’s face. “If you’ve got nothing else, then leave.”

Anthony checked the time, his brows drawing together. Why wasn’t his Lottie home yet?

“I really do have something important!” Kenneth finally got serious, digging through his bag in a rush. “It’s life or death.”

He’d hired a private detective to find his sister, but kept coming up empty. Now, he had no choice but to ask Anthony for help. After all, Anthony’s X Organization—the international detective agency he personally built—was famous for a reason.