The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2066

"Even if she has them flailing around like drowning chickens, as long as she's willing to throw money at it, there will be plenty of people cheering her on."

Either she danced like garbage and her status made everyone too terrified to object.

Or she danced like garbage and still received wild praise because money bought the applause.

Either way, they were implying that Charlotte had zero talent and was entirely relying on her power.

Hearing Reba say this, the girls in Studio 1 deflated like wilted flowers, their faces ashen.

Was Charlotte really only capable of... flailing around like a drowning chicken?!

The group fell dead silent. "..."

—

Plans for the day had changed.

Charlotte left the company before it was even noon.

After thinking it over, she caught a cab to Stella's apartment.

Since the two had gotten married, there were quite a few things she hadn't caught up on.

Inside the apartment.

Roger was busy cooking in the kitchen.

Stella sat on the sofa, burying her neck in her collar. She kept her eyes cast downward, her cheeks dusted with a deep blush, clearly trying to hide something.

"..."

Charlotte leaned back on the couch, slowly eating the dessert Stella had made. Her gaze casually swept over the girl sitting across from her.

Ah.

Her innocent little bunny had been devoured.

"What are your plans for grad school?"

Charlotte offered a faint smile, her expression perfectly normal as she asked softly. "Are you leaning toward a local university or going overseas?"

"..."

Stella thought for a moment before answering earnestly, "Overseas. I want to apply to St. Clement's University."

Their International Relations program was incredibly prestigious.

"Have you two discussed it?" Charlotte glanced toward Roger and lowered her voice.

"Yeah." Stella nodded, a sweet smile gracing her lips. "Roger said if I go overseas for my master's, he'll go with me."

It worked out perfectly.

The headquarters for the International Forensic Association was located in Apex.

The association had already sent him multiple employment offers.

Roger simply pushed his start date back by two years.

"I see."

Charlotte murmured in response, a knowing smile bleeding into her eyes as she deliberately added, "That's great."

A solid plan.

The dim light of the living room cast a soft glow over the man's frame, highlighting his tall, broad shoulders. He looked like he was practically radiating a golden aura.

Anthony's dad mode was in full swing!

In an instant.

The exhaustion completely drained from Charlotte's face. She walked over and peeked at the teary-eyed Ophelia. "Refusing to sleep?"

"Mm."

Anthony nodded. He looked at his wife with profound tenderness and whispered, "You go up and sleep first. I'll coax her."

Such a little princess.

"..."

Charlotte pressed her lips together and mumbled under her breath, "How am I supposed to sleep without you?"

With that.

She reached out, took Ophelia from his arms, and plopped her straight into the crib.

"Hmph~"

Ophelia's little mouth puckered, and just as she was about to cry, she heard her mother's stern voice: "Who are you throwing a tantrum for at this hour? Go to sleep!"

"..."

Little Ophie's cheeks scrunched up. She swallowed her tears back down, her tiny hands grasping at the air.

It didn't take long before she drifted off into a deep sleep.