The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 551

Be his girl?

Anthony’s face turned cold in an instant, that sharp chill in his eyes enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat. In the heavy silence, he pulled out his gun and aimed it straight at Charlotte, his voice flat, almost bored. “You really aren’t scared to die?”

Charlotte didn’t even flinch. Instead, she just looked at him with something almost like pity.

“How do you know I can’t get away until the very end?”

The words were barely out of her mouth when she moved, quick as lightning, and kicked the gun right out of his hand.

Anthony could have dodged. He chose not to.

He glanced at the gun on the floor, then balled his fists and came at her, ready to fight her with nothing but his bare hands.

Seeing him charge, Charlotte bent backward, dodging him easily.

He threw another punch, but she slipped to the side and his fist hit the glass door with a thunderous crash. The noise made Charlotte’s heart jump and she shot him a quick, worried look.

She barely had time to react before Anthony moved again, faster than she could follow. His hand closed tight around her wrist.

That touch… It caught her off guard. For a second, he just stared at her, frozen.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’ll give me the wrong idea.” Charlotte grinned, seizing the moment. She twisted, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him toward her with surprising strength.

She rose up on her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth, laughing softly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

Anthony had never imagined she’d be this bold. That she’d actually dare to kiss him.

Fury roared through him, wild and out of control. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to destroy N.

His lips pressed together, eyes burning into her. As she tried to pull her hand back, he gripped it tighter.

His eyes narrowed, his finger twitching on the trigger. That was Lottie’s voice.

He hesitated, then leaned in close, searching her face with a cold, suspicious stare. Suddenly, he grabbed at her cheek and pulled.

A lifelike mask peeled away, and underneath was a face he knew all too well—delicate, beautiful, undeniable.

Lottie.

Anthony stared at her, almost like he was dreaming. What was she doing here, in Frostford, pretending to be N?

Were Lottie and N the same person?

The truth hit him hard. Shock, regret, and a flicker of fear swept through his eyes…