The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 612

Reaver…

Donald frowned, shutting down his own crazy theory as soon as it crossed his mind. Reaver was a man. There was no way he was some college freshman, and definitely not that slim girl on the mat. But if it wasn’t her, then how was it possible? Everything about this girl, from her fighting style and her lightning-fast attacks to the way she dodged, felt so much like Reaver. But that couldn’t be. Reaver was on another level, someone you couldn’t copy or even come close to imitating.

And yet… there was something about the way this girl moved. The feeling of familiarity kept growing stronger. Donald was sure he’d seen her somewhere before, but the memory just wouldn’t come.

“Donald, the training base called. Everyone’s gathered and waiting.” Saul spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. He kept his voice low, glancing at Donald, who seemed completely absorbed in the match. “Is something wrong?” Saul couldn’t help but notice that Donald’s stare at the kickboxing champ had been ice-cold, but now, watching the other girl, his expression was… different. Almost curious.

Saul shot a look at Charlotte, then back at Donald, his mind racing. Was Donald into this girl? Love at first sight? She was talented and pretty, so it wasn’t impossible.

“Let them wait,” Donald said, his attention never wavering from Charlotte. He watched her like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

Charlotte, her back to Donald, swept her leg in a wide arc. Janie couldn’t dodge in time and staggered several steps, barely staying upright.

As soon as Janie steadied herself, her face drained of color. She stared at Charlotte, absolutely stunned. That last combination had been textbook kickboxing—only way more advanced than anything she’d ever learned. How did Charlotte even know moves like that?

“Again,” Charlotte said coolly, not moving from her spot. She crooked a finger at Janie, a smirk playing at her lips. “If you won’t fight back, I’ll just take it as you’re giving up.”

“Nobody messes with Charlotte!”

“So this is the big kickboxing champ from Modern Medicine? What a joke!”

The win sent a jolt of excitement through Team 1. Cotton could barely believe his eyes. His worry morphed into straight-up awe. The way Charlotte moved—so smooth, so confident—was something else. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he could have pulled it off himself. As he watched her, a wild idea flashed in his mind. If Charlotte ever joined The White Whale and got the right training, she’d make one hell of a special forces soldier.

Not far away, Donald watched with narrowed eyes, his face breaking into a rare, approving smile. He nodded slightly, as if making a decision. “Bring her to me when the match is over.”