Chapter summary of Chapter 1856 – The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns by Carmen Henley
In Chapter 1856, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns by Carmen Henley, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns.
The university administrators were thrilled.
“That won't be necessary.”
Roger withdrew his gaze, the last trace of gentleness vanishing from his face. He picked up the discarded photograph from the desk and handed it to the dean, his voice low and commanding. “My purpose for this lecture was to encourage dedicated studying, not to give autographs.”
“Of course,” the dean replied.
Glancing at the trash can and hearing Roger's tone, the dean instantly understood. “I'll take this to the counselors of those two classes and give them a firm reminder.”
“This won't happen again.”
“I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you.”
“Thank you for your hard work,” Roger said with a slight nod, leading his assistant out the door.
They got into the car. Just as the engine started, Roger spotted Stella sitting at a small street stall, happily eating a flatbread.
She must have been starving, given the huge bites she was taking.
“Roger, that's Charlotte's friend,” the assistant noted softly, spotting her as well. “Should we go say hello?”
Roger’s gaze darkened. He had been considering it.
Stella had flat-out rejected him, claiming she wasn't hungry, only to turn around and immediately grab street food.
He was genuinely curious to see the panicked expression on her face if he caught her red-handed.
“Do I look that intimidating?” Roger asked, ignoring the assistant's question. His cold voice filled the car as he kept his eyes locked on Stella.
“Huh?”
The assistant was clearly caught off guard. He stammered and hesitated for a long moment before offering an awkward but polite smile. “Not at all!”
“Be honest with yourself.”
Roger finally pulled his gaze away from the window and glared at his assistant, his eyes chilling enough to freeze bone.
The smile vanished from the assistant's face. He nearly choked on his own saliva, managing a grimace that looked worse than crying as he muttered, “Just a little bit.”
He simply couldn't lie.
Hearing the truth, Roger's expression grew even more somber. A wave of irritation washed over him. “Drive.”

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