The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 218

“Let’s take the pictures now.”

Anthony’s brows knitted together as he quickly covered Charlotte’s eyes with his hand. He snatched up a tissue box and chucked it at Kenneth, his voice cold. “Are you out of your mind, stripping in front of everyone?”

“If you freak out Lottie, you’ll answer to me.”

Without another word, Anthony took Charlotte’s hand and led her upstairs. Kenneth just clicked his tongue in annoyance. He saw right through Anthony. That guy was seriously possessive.

Half an hour later, the photoshoot was done. Dozens of fresh prints, all of Kenneth shirtless, showing off different poses and expressions, every shot looking confident and cool. Kenneth signed the photos and handed them to Charlotte, along with a stack of VIP tickets to the theater.

“Lottie, I’ll be waiting for you Monday afternoon.”

“Okay.” Charlotte took the photos, her reply calm and steady.

Before he left, Kenneth leaned in close, lowering his voice. “Come on, tell me. How did Anthony threaten you just now?”

Charlotte’s eyes flickered, but her face stayed composed. “He said if you didn’t give me the photos, he’d strip you down, tie you up, and let me snap as many pictures as I wanted, however I wanted.”

Kenneth shot Anthony a cold look and let out a low laugh. “Savage.”

After Kenneth was gone, Charlotte sat cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through the bold photos. His body was actually pretty nice, but honestly, he still didn’t compare to the Anthony from her dreams. Not even close.

Anthony must have caught the look on her face. He leaned in, his voice low and a little rough. “I didn’t actually bully Kenneth.”

That got his attention. Anthony looked at her, his voice dropping. “And how are you planning to do that, Lottie?”

She bit her lip, glancing up at him, her eyes dancing with mischief. “You’ll find out when I’m older.”

“What?”

Anthony’s gaze darkened, but before he could say anything else, Charlotte had already darted away.

When she’s older… he thought about it. If she were just a bit older, maybe he wouldn’t feel so guilty, wouldn’t feel like some villain stealing away an innocent girl. Just a little more time… and then he’d bring Charlotte home for good.