The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 434

Charlotte pressed her lips together, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow.

This was definitely a headache.

“Let’s hold off on releasing the experiment results for now.” She rolled up the scroll with careful hands, tucking it neatly into a deep red velvet pouch. Her voice was calm but firm. “I’ll let you know once I’ve decided what to do.”

Jackson and Adonis shared a look. They got the message, but neither of them dared to say a word.

Back during the Apex power struggle, N Organization had taken a brutal beating. If they decided to take Anthony down for good, no one would blame them.

But Charlotte clearly wasn’t interested in revenge.

She was tangled up with Anthony now, whether she liked it or not. If those old hardliners at N Organization ever found out… just thinking about it made Adonis uneasy.

The week rushed by in a blur.

Saturday after class, Charlotte’s phone buzzed with a new message.

Beautiful lady: [Sweetie, do you have any plans for the weekend?]

Charlotte tapped out a reply, a soft smile curving her lips. [I do.]

Tomorrow was Patricia’s birthday party.

[I’m having a little family get-together. I’d love for you to join us, get to know my family… but if you’re busy, we’ll do it next time.]

Introduce her to the family? Charlotte couldn’t help smiling wider, warmth spreading through her chest.

This beautiful lady really cared for her. She was serious about having Charlotte as her goddaughter.

[Next time, for sure.] Charlotte sent back.

Next time, she’d say yes. Having a gorgeous, well-off godmother sounded pretty great.

Lavinia: [It’s a promise, okay? You can’t bail on me!]

At the sight of his name, Charlotte swept all her things into her bag and got ready to leave.

Just as she was heading out, she paused, glancing back at Shirley. Trying not to sound awkward, she asked, “Hey, any tips for meeting a guy’s parents?”

Shirley, busy sorting papers, snapped her head up in surprise. “Wait, already? You’re meeting his parents? Anthony’s really not wasting any time.”

Was he that scared she’d slip away?

Charlotte kept her face neutral, but she couldn’t help picturing Anthony. Yeah, he was definitely in a rush.

In the car, Charlotte curled up in her seat, trying to get comfortable.

She hadn’t been sitting long when Anthony handed her a small, beautifully wrapped pouch.

Inside was an invitation, written in perfect calligraphy.

“My grandmother wrote it herself,” Anthony said, leaning in and resting his chin on Charlotte’s shoulder. There was a soft smile on his handsome face. “Most of the guests at the banquet are family and close friends. Don’t be nervous.”