The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 169

Charlotte grabbed a pillow and tucked it behind her neck, her eyes cold and sharp, practically warning anyone to stay away. For years, nobody had managed to trace her ID, much less break through her firewall. She frowned, her fingers flying across the keyboard, blocking his attacks and at the same time, tracing his ID.

A mechanical voice sounded on Anthony’s computer. “First layer of your firewall is about to be breached.”

He froze for a second, eyes narrowing. Was she really turning his tricks back on him? He couldn’t help but be curious. He wanted to see just how skilled Nine really was.

“Firewall breach imminent.”

“Firewall defense successful.”

Both rooms in the same villa echoed with system alerts. Neither side could get the upper hand.

Charlotte paused, ice in her eyes, then sat up straight, the air around her charged with frustration. Enough was enough.

A few minutes later, his firewall finally gave in, his ID popping up on her screen.

Location: Cabinda, Imperial Heights, just 10 meters away.

Imperial Heights? Only ten meters?

Charlotte blinked, surprise flickering across her face. She tossed her phone aside, threw off her blanket, and marched straight to the study.

The door was cracked open. She could see Anthony at his desk. Just then, his computer chimed, “Firewall has been breached.”

So the guy who spent two hundred million to find her, the one who made her lose the game, was Anthony.

Charlotte stood there, silent. She didn’t know whether to be mad or to laugh. She’d just made two hundred million off Anthony.

Charlotte glared at him, not bothering to hide her attitude.

“Tell me who bothered you. I’ll handle it,” Anthony said, his voice soft and soothing. After a moment, he gently took her foot in his hand. “Are you cold?” His tone was almost ridiculously tender.

Charlotte pursed her lips, her anger fading. She stretched out her hands and wiggled her fingers. “Rub them.”

So that was it? She was really just being a little dramatic.

Anthony’s smile returned, a mix of helplessness and affection. He took her hands in his and started rubbing them, gentle and patient. “How about now? Feel better?”

Charlotte blinked, let out a tiny yawn, her eyes watery and red at the corners, looking pitiful. “I want to sleep.”