The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1339

As the drug kicked in, Newell couldn't move a muscle. He managed a weak smile and croaked out, “So, how exactly are you planning to back me up?”

“Newell, only I get to mess with you.”

Charlotte’s eyes stayed on his pale face, her gaze cold and sharp. “If anyone else wants to lay a finger on you, they’ll have to get past me first.”

“Charlotte…” Newell’s face shifted, worry flickering in his eyes. He was afraid she might do something reckless. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he muttered, his voice rough.

“Relax. I know my limits.” Charlotte arched an eyebrow and gave a lazy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll let her keep her life, at least.”

Newell’s eyes went wide. He wanted to say more, but the drug was dragging him under, his thoughts turning fuzzy. A few seconds later, everything faded to black and he sank into a deep sleep.

Once she was sure Newell was out, Charlotte stood up and walked over to Anthony. She leaned in and took a sip of milk from the cup he was holding. Then she grabbed a tissue, wiped the milk from her lips with an easy grace, and tossed the tissue into the trash. Slowly, she turned, her clear, striking eyes drifting over to Damaris, who looked weak and scared.

The moment Damaris met Charlotte’s icy, dangerous stare, her whole body tensed up. Her fingers twisted into the sheets as she tried to look calm, but she was clearly rattled.

“Adonis, did you bring it?” Charlotte asked, crumpling the tissue in her hand before tossing it away.

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Adonis answered right away, pulling a small clear bottle out of his bag. Inside was a milky liquid.

Charlotte took the bottle, spinning it between her fingers as she strolled toward Damaris. Damaris didn’t know exactly what was inside, but she could feel the threat in Charlotte’s every step.

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