The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2081

Backstage.

Charlotte strode in on long, slender legs, rolling her wrists as she pushed open the dressing room door.

As soon as she walked in, before turning on the lights, she sensed something was off.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her entire body going on high alert. She slowed her pace, her smokey-eyed gaze carefully scanning the room.

Thump, thump—

Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Charlotte clenched her fist and instinctively swung a fierce punch backward.

The next second.

Her fist was caught by a large, cold hand. A sudden gust of cold wind blew in from the half-open window, carrying a familiar scent of rich sandalwood into the air.

This scent...

In that moment of hesitation, an arm wrapped around her waist. His fingertips pressed gently, pulling her forward until she stumbled.

Her world spun, and her back was pressed against the curtains. A powerful, dark silhouette leaned over her.

Bang—

Ignoring everything else, Charlotte raised her leg and delivered a vicious kick toward the intruder.

She had rested for two months after giving birth, and with her recent consistent training, her stamina had largely recovered.

This kick was guaranteed to end his bloodline.

To her surprise, her leg was caught too.

The next second—

Click. The dressing room lights flicked on, revealing a handsome, elegant face without warning.

Anthony?

Why was he here?

"Where were you aiming?"

Anthony gripped the girl's slender leg, pressing her gently against the wall. His tall frame leaned in slightly, his hot chest pressing intimately against hers. A wicked smirk played on his lips as his tone carried a hint of danger. "Don't you want to enjoy the rest of your life, hmm?"

"?"

Lifting her gaze to clearly see the man in front of her, Charlotte blinked, parting her red lips to offer a bright smile. "Anthony, what are you doing here?"

Anyone could see her obvious attempt to flatter him!

"Heh."

Anthony let out a soft chuckle. His dark eyes lowered, his deep gaze sweeping over the girl from head to toe. The hand resting on her waist tightened slowly as he spoke in a husky voice.

"No rush."

Anthony grabbed her trench coat and draped it over her, covering her completely from the neck down. Leaning close to her ear, his voice was low and seductive. "No rush. Your husband will help you change when we get back."

"..."

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat, knowing she was in deep trouble.

—

When the two of them walked out.

A crowd had gathered at the door, men and women alike.

Each held their phones and notebooks, clearly waiting for photos and autographs.

They were all shrewd entertainment industry veterans; just watching the unfinished MV, they could already predict it would be a massive hit.

Especially Charlotte's performance. It was explosive.

They wanted to secure signatures and photos with the big shot before she truly blew up globally, for future bragging rights.

"Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte!"

The crowd cheered, the young guys cheering the loudest.