The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1818

Charlotte glanced at the box, her brows furrowed with confusion. She had no idea what it was. What could Grandpa possibly want to give Allanson? Was it something to do with Grandma?

Carrying all these questions, Charlotte got on the plane bound for the Isle of Veil. She curled closer against Anthony, her lips pressed into a firm line as she stared out at the endless white clouds. Anthony stroked her hair gently.

"Are you alright? Not feeling well?"

She shook her head and squeezed herself tighter into his arms, closing her eyes. Deep down, she just couldn’t relax. Something huge felt like it was about to happen, and the feeling weighed heavy in her chest.

Anthony’s gaze dropped to her, his face looking worried too. Maybe he was thinking the same thing… maybe she was thinking about Newell.

...

By midday, their plane touched down on the Isle of Veil. At the airport, a crowd was already waiting for them. This time, though, no one was there to chase them away or hurt them. Instead, it was a welcome party.

"Welcome home."

A line of Hawk family members stood tall on both sides of the exit, keeping all the other travelers at a distance, at least five meters away. The whole thing looked grand, almost intimidating, and not a soul dared to speak out of turn. After all, Charlotte wasn’t just the Hawk family's heir. Everyone on the Isle saw her as their future ruler.

"Charlotte, please get in the car. Allanson is waiting at home for you and Anthony," said the leading bodyguard. He was Allanson’s most trusted man, sent out just in case something went wrong on the way. There was a long scar on his face, which made him look a bit scary, but he was trying his best to be friendly. His smile looked more painful than polite.

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