The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 660

Was it that he never saw them, or was something else going on?

Just as Olivia was lost in thought, her phone buzzed. A message from the hacker appeared on her screen.

[He got the files, and replied by email… I forwarded it to you.]

An email?

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly logged in and opened the newest message.

Dozens of photos.

As soon as she saw who was in them, Olivia’s eyes went wide and her heart started pounding so hard she could barely breathe.

They were intimate pictures of Charlotte and Anthony. Even through the photos, Olivia could feel how much Anthony loved Charlotte. There was a gentle tenderness in the way he looked at her, something Olivia had never seen before.

She stared at the screen, fingers shaking in disbelief.

Why?

What made Charlotte so special? Why would Anthony still want her, even after seeing those photos of her with other men?

The more Olivia scrolled, the more the jealousy built up inside her.

But it was fine.

Her dad had told her that Charlotte’s body was unusual, that she wasn’t like other people. There was even a chance she wouldn’t live past twenty.

If that was true, Olivia could wait. She’d just have to make it to Charlotte’s twentieth birthday. Once Charlotte was gone, nothing would stand in her way anymore.

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Kingswood University, Department of Medicine.

“The department head already picked the top five students,” someone added.

The list was sorted by entrance exam scores, so Charlotte, being number one, was automatically included.

“Okay,” Charlotte replied, absentmindedly running her fingers over the bracelet Anthony had given her.

Alvina’s eyes widened, like she was afraid Charlotte didn’t realize what she’d signed up for. “Charlotte, it’s a mouse dissection. You actually have to cut open its stomach and… you know, do stuff inside.”

She mimed the movements with her hands.

Just hearing about it made Emma and Eileen break out in goosebumps.

Charlotte looked so delicate, so obviously raised in comfort. She seemed like the type who would jump three feet in the air at the sight of a mouse, let alone touch one.

The thought of Charlotte’s pale, slender fingers slicing into a little white mouse made them all start to feel sorry for her already.