The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 809

Newell set his coffee aside and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, looking every bit as refined as always before he slid his finger across the screen to answer.

“Charlotte?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Newell went quiet for a whole minute, like the call had knocked all the words out of him. Then his voice finally came through, rough but happy. “Wow, I’m impressed. You still remember my number?”

“Not really,” Charlotte said, totally deadpan. “I had to try a few times before I got it right.”

Newell’s smile faded, replaced by a cold smirk. His features were elegant, but the look in his eyes turned sharp. “If you’re not going to use that mouth for anything good, maybe you should donate it to someone who’ll put it to better use.”

Charlotte didn’t miss a beat. “It’s useful enough. I can still annoy you with it, can’t I?”

Newell rolled his eyes so hard she could probably hear it through the phone.

“Alright, let’s hear it. What do you need this time?”

He needed a moment to cool off and took a slow sip of coffee, fingers steady and pale around the cup.

She never called unless she wanted something. That much he’d learned.

“I’m looking for Covid-X,” Charlotte said. “The N Organization’s intel team is already searching, but so far, nothing.”

“So, now you want me to help track it down?”

“Yeah.”

He’d given her her first medical book. Technically, Newell had been her first real mentor.

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