The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 495

Hans hurried to bring over a chair, wiping it down before stepping back. “Anthony, please sit,” he said, voice full of respect.

Anthony sat, legs crossed with careless ease. Every inch of him radiated a cold, untouchable energy. He glanced down at the man on the floor, his stare sharp enough to cut.

“Cigarette.”

Hans passed one over and lit it without delay.

Anthony took a long drag. The anger burning in his chest made his breathing rough, chest rising and falling as he tried to keep it together. The smoke helped, but only a little. If not for that, he might have killed this bastard as soon as he walked in.

He finished the first cigarette in silence, then lit another, holding it between his fingers. His dark eyes drifted over to Jesse.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

Jesse was shaking, his face ghostly pale. He shook his head, lips pressed tight together.

Anthony let out a cold laugh. He stood up and walked over, nudging Jesse’s chin up with the tip of his shoe. His eyes narrowed, voice low. “Charlotte is my wife.”

Jesse’s mind spun. Charlotte, his wife? That couldn’t be true. He hadn’t heard a word about this before heading to Veridia. Did that mean Anthony had dragged him here to get revenge for Charlotte?

The thought made Jesse’s blood run cold. Panic pressed down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Five years ago. Did she come on to you, or did you set her up?”

The pain cut through Jesse’s fear, jolting his mind into gear.

Anthony was digging for the truth.

“She did come to my room, but…” Jesse’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I didn’t do anything. Anthony, I swear, I didn’t touch her.”

Back then, that girl was so tiny, so skinny, but when she fought back, he couldn’t pin her down. She’d grabbed a fruit knife and stabbed him. He’d had this twisted habit of recording things, so he’d set up a hidden camera. Later, with some clever editing, he made it look like Charlotte had thrown herself at him, then gone crazy when he rejected her.

So he never got what he wanted?

Hearing all this, Anthony’s fists clenched tight, knuckles white. His eyes burned with barely controlled rage. Even if something had happened, it wouldn’t have been her fault. She was the victim. She never did anything wrong.