The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 259

That kid was really in for it this time.

Right on the ten-minute mark, Henry Dean burst into the police station, barely keeping himself upright. The moment he spotted the two people sitting on the sofa, a chill ran through him. He quickly bowed his head, voice trembling with fear.

“Anthony, Charlotte. It’s my fault. I haven’t disciplined Dennis well enough. That’s why he keeps messing up.”

“Dad…” Dennis tried to get a word in, but Henry whipped around and slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side. Before Dennis could even react, a sharp kick landed on his knee, sending him stumbling. Henry grabbed him by the collar and shoved him in front of Anthony and Charlotte.

“Apologize to Charlotte.”

Dennis had just wanted to put Shirley in her place, nothing serious. He never thought these three would show up, and he definitely hadn’t meant for things to get this out of hand. Now, with Anthony here, Dennis was actually scared for his life.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I swear I know I was wrong…” Dennis doubled over, voice cracking as he apologized again and again.

“Charlotte, he knows he screwed up. Please, please let him off this once,” Henry begged, sweat dripping down his forehead. He knew his son had pushed things too far and was desperate for any kind of forgiveness.

Charlotte didn’t say a word. She simply handed her phone to Anthony. On the screen was video proof—Dennis’s guys roughing up Shirley and threatening her.

Anthony took the phone, his eyes darkening. He leaned close to Charlotte, his voice gentle and low. “Hey, go wait for me outside, okay?”

Charlotte looked up at him for a moment, then stood and walked out of the room. As soon as she left, Andrew and his friends glanced nervously at Anthony. The instant they caught the icy look on his face, they hurried out too.

Now, only Henry Dean, Dennis, the officer, and Anthony were left in the room.

“For the assault, do what you need to do,” Anthony said, wrapping Charlotte’s phone in his coat and setting it on the table. His voice was cold, his face unreadable.

“Yes, sir.” With that kind of evidence, there was nothing anyone could do to help Dennis now.

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