The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 856

The motorcycle picked up speed, the engine’s growl echoing through the night.

Franco watched as the gap between them grew wider, his face turning stormy. “Step on it,” he said, his voice cold and unforgiving.

Couldn’t even catch up to a girl. Useless. Every single one of them.

His men stared ahead, eyes stretched wide as Charlotte’s bike shot forward, leaving them in the dust. At this rate, she might as well just take off and fly.

Suddenly, Charlotte skidded to a stop.

Franco’s gaze sharpened, his hand clenching tight at his side. Asclepius was Nora’s last hope. If he could get Charlotte, he’d have his lifeline.

“The map says there’s a steep cliff ahead,” the driver reported, his voice careful.

Probably figured she’d freak out at the edge.

“Keep going,” the butler said, his tone low and steady.

Everyone thought Charlotte was cornered, that she’d finally give in. But then the silence shattered with the roar of her engine. The red bike shot forward, launching into the air right in front of their eyes. She cleared the cliff like it was nothing, sailing over the ten-meter gap.

She landed on the other side, smooth and steady.

The cars screeched to a halt, stopping with barely five centimeters to spare before the edge. Any closer and they’d have gone over.

Everyone’s faces drained of color.

Did she really just fly?

Not only did she make it, but once she had her footing, she turned the bike around and shot them a look. Pure challenge in her eyes.

“Mr. Hawk, she…” The butler’s voice faltered. He turned, stunned, but Franco was already out of the car, striding forward.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared in the direction Charlotte disappeared. His eyes were cold, a storm brewing deep inside.

“She really doesn’t know what’s good for her.”

The butler hesitated. “So, Mr. Hawk, you want—”

“Put out the order. Bring her back.”

Dragging her home would be a lot easier than asking nicely.

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