The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 548

Word was, N hadn’t even turned eighteen when he took over the N Organization. Back then, nobody paid them much attention, but under N’s lead, they shot up from a no-name crew to a force everyone in Apex had to respect. For a while, they were the only ones who could stand toe-to-toe with X Organization.

Three years ago, he’d seen those two groups go at it. It was chaos, pure and simple. Blood everywhere, the whole of Apex thrown into turmoil. People still talked about that fight for control, shaking their heads in disbelief.

Now, the two leaders were about to meet again. N was technically at a disadvantage, but you’d never know it. He carried himself with this icy, commanding presence that made everyone in the room feel like he was calling all the shots. Looking at him, you’d guess he was barely twenty. No wonder he’d managed to slip away from Anthony.

Hans kept sneaking glances at Charlotte, who caught him looking and shot back a glare so cold it made his heart skip a beat.

“N, this way, please.”

“Lead on,” Charlotte replied, her voice flat. As she walked off, she glanced over her shoulder at Jackson and Adonis. “Wait for me out here.”

Jackson gave a respectful nod. “Yes.”

Adonis just smirked. “Got it.”

Hans frowned at N’s two cocky guys. N was intimidating enough, but why were his men so full of themselves too? They strolled in like they owned the place, not the slightest bit nervous. Was it all an act? Hans pressed his lips together and quietly pulled out his phone, texting for backup to beef up security around the base.

Adonis caught the move and just crossed his arms, chin raised, looking totally at ease. “You know, we are your guests. Don’t you have any manners? Not even a chair or a cup of tea for us?”

The X Organization guards clutched their guns, eyeing the two like they were about to start something. Tea? They didn’t seem like they were here to make trouble.

Charlotte glanced at it, barely interested, a tiny smirk playing at her lips. Building a garden here, of all places. Guess someone really liked their luxuries.

The heavy doors opened into a sleek, modern hall. Everything was black and white, sharp and cold, just like the person who owned it.

“N, please wait here. The Boss will be here soon,” Hans said, nodding for someone to bring tea.

Charlotte dropped into a chair, stretching out her long legs, tapping her fingers on the table and lifting a brow. “You didn’t poison this, did you?”

Hans froze for a moment, then answered with total seriousness. “You can trust us, N. We’re not the kind of people who break their word or stab someone in the back.”