The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1848

If it were up to them, they wouldn't have established a traditional medicine class in the first place.

Look around—whenever anyone got sick, they went straight for modern medicine.

They were only doing Wallace a favor by agreeing to his request to invite Charlotte.

Otherwise,

She wasn't the only person in the world who understood traditional medicine.

"She's out of her mind." Vinson's face was livid, his hatred for Charlotte deepening as he ground his teeth. "Wait until I get Asclepius on board. Let's see if she still acts so high and mighty then."

He paused.

Vinson turned to his assistant and asked coldly, "Did you manage to find Asclepius's contact information?"

"I did."

The assistant stepped forward, holding out his phone. "But she contacted us first, and she used a virtual number."

"A virtual number?"

Vinson frowned. She truly lived up to her mysterious reputation.

"Yes," the assistant replied. "She seems intent on hiding her identity. She said she'd reach out again when the time is right."

"When is the International Medical Alliance's leadership election?"

"Next Monday."

That was less than three days away.

Charlotte had also promised Wallace she would give him an answer in three days.

"Follow Asclepius's lead." Vinson sneered, a cold gleam in his eyes as he lowered his voice. "No matter what, as long as she agrees to come, we give her whatever she wants."

"And make sure Wallace doesn't find out about this just yet."

Once the election concluded, The Cabinda University would announce their chosen mentor at the exact same time.

By then, Charlotte would be hit with a brutal double blow.

Just thinking about it was incredibly satisfying.

***

Imperial Heights.

Charlotte sat on the sofa, her fingers flying rapidly across her laptop keyboard.

"Have a drink."

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