The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 160

Eleanor pressed her lips together, her face tight with worry. This time, the girl was really in trouble.

At the very last second, Charlotte finished her test. She tossed her pen right into Shirley’s pencil case, her movements calm and precise, then walked out of the room with barely a glance at anyone.

“I’m heading back to class,” she said, her voice flat.

The moment she left, everyone’s attention snapped to her test paper. It was flipped open, and both of the big questions on the last page were completely blank. The page looked untouched, even cleaner than her own face.

“No wonder she ran out so fast. Maybe she went somewhere to cry?” Nancy leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Olivia didn’t say anything, but she was practically glowing inside. She couldn’t tell if Charlotte was just stubborn or really clueless, bragging about getting second place in the whole grade when this was all she could manage.

“Why do you even care?” Parrish stepped forward, shooting Nancy a cold glare. “You sure talk a lot for someone who looks like that.”

Nancy’s face twisted in anger. “You—”

“If you say one more thing about Charlotte, I’ll flatten you,” Parrish shot back, then joined Andrew. “Come on, Andrew. Let’s go.”

Andrew got up, shooting Olivia and Nancy a look so icy it could’ve frozen the room. Olivia was about to say hi, but the way he looked at her made her words stick in her throat.

After a few steps, Andrew paused and turned around. “Shirley, are you coming?”

As soon as the bell rang, Charlotte stood up, grabbed her bag, and hurried out.

“Do you think she’s really off somewhere crying?” Andrew muttered, propping his foot on the chair and raking a hand through his hair. “Tomorrow I’m going to ask Anthony for help.”

At the school gate, Charlotte spotted the familiar Bugatti right away. Anthony was waiting for her, just like always.

He saw her coming and smiled, meeting her halfway.

“Did you run all the way here?” he asked, taking in her messy hair and uneven breathing. He bent down, gently brushing the hair from her forehead with his fingers. His voice was low and soft. “Don’t rush next time, Lottie. I’ll always be right here waiting for you.”