The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1320

The major players had the advantage, and Allanson’s side was nothing to mess with either. Together, they were a force no one wanted to face. Keeping up the fight would only mean certain death.

After a tense silence, Aloys’s men and the outsiders who’d turned on Allanson dropped their weapons. They surrendered.

The chaos faded. Jackson and Adonis wasted no time rounding up the foreign leaders, tying them up tight. The rest—just hired guns—were forced to drop everything and huddle in a corner, hands on their heads, waiting for whatever came next.

“Father!”

Marcia had already been subdued, her clothes a mess and her hair wild. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then turned to Newell, confusion clouding her face.

“Charlotte needs the antidote. So does your mentor. But there’s only one. If you help her take down the Hawk family, you’re never getting it. So why?” Marcia’s voice was raw. “Why would you help Charlotte?”

“Newell, I’m the only one who’d give you the antidote without hesitation. You should be helping me, not Charlotte!”

Even with everything falling apart, Marcia still tried to convince him.

Newell stood there, cold and silent, staring her down.

He was about to answer when Charlotte stepped forward. She tossed her gun to Hans and moved to stand beside Newell. Her eyes opened slowly, her lips curling into a lazy, confident smile. “Because he’s my mentor.”

Mentor?

Wasn’t her mentor the founder of DM? How was this possible?

That’s when it clicked. Newell was DM’s founder. He was Charlotte’s mentor.

Marcia and Aloys both froze, eyes wide with shock. Even Allanson’s scowl deepened, his grip on his cane turning white-knuckled.

Newell was Charlotte’s mentor.

For a moment, Marcia and Aloys could only stand there, stunned, feeling as if the blood in their veins had turned to ice.

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