The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 353

“Yes, Anthony.” Hans nodded right away. “I’ll leave our best guys here. Charlotte will be totally safe.”

With Charlotte’s arrangements settled, Anthony finally let himself relax a little. He breathed out a slow puff of smoke, his voice still cold. “Now tell me what’s happening at Apex.”

…

Class C

Charlotte stepped into the classroom, right into a buzz of excited voices. Everyone seemed in a good mood, grinning and chatting.

“Charlotte, you’re here!” called a student from the front row, smiling.

The rest of the class turned toward her, all warm smiles and eager faces.

“Yeah.” Charlotte glanced around, her face unreadable as she walked to her seat.

She’d barely set her bag down before Andrew showed up, ready to help. He grabbed her backpack for her.

“Charlotte, you and Shirley are basically our class heroes now,” he said.

Charlotte pulled out her chair, sat down, then reached for Andrew’s notebook and tore out a sheet.

“Just say what you mean,” she said, already scribbling ‘Leave Request’ across the top of the page.

“With the country’s top student and another from the top ten in our class, the rest of the school is jealous. Everyone’s trying to transfer here,” Andrew said, practically beaming. “Plus, every teacher in our class got a fifty-thousand dollar bonus.”

“Really?” Charlotte arched an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting in a faint smile. “That’s pretty great.”

Shirley caught a glimpse of what Charlotte was writing and her eyes went wide. “Charlotte, are you taking time off?”

Charlotte just nodded and wrote a few words on the note.

Requesting one week off for health reasons.

Andrew, Parrish, and Shirley peeked at the note, then exchanged looks. They all tried not to laugh.

That excuse was... seriously blunt.

“Alright, alright.” Andrew quickly signed the name, then handed the note to her with both hands. “But just the note won’t work. The school’s gonna call your family to check.”

“I’ll handle it.”

“I’m out.”

Charlotte zipped up her bag, picked up the leave request, and headed straight to the teacher’s office.

…

Office

Eleanor glanced at the leave note, then at Charlotte, who looked perfectly healthy. She frowned just a little.

She didn’t look sick at all. Taking a week off now would really mess with her studies.

“You can have the time off, but I’ll need to call your guardian,” Eleanor said, picking up her phone and dialing Steven’s number.