The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 5

“Drag her out?”

Aaron froze, hesitating before forcing out the words. “Dorothy, she’s Anthony’s guest…”

Since when did anyone get to question Anthony’s decisions?

At the mention of Anthony—the man known for being cold and ruthless—Dorothy’s expression shifted. A chill ran through her, but she kept her chin up and refused to back down. She shot Charlotte a look, then forced herself to sound steady and firm.

“Get her out. I’ll talk to Anthony myself.”

The moment she gave the order, a bodyguard stomped into the room, all muscle and menace, and reached for Charlotte’s arm.

Charlotte watched the hand coming toward her. Her eyes narrowed, a hint of frost at the corners. She lifted her arm, quick and sharp, and a sudden burst of strength sent the bodyguard stumbling back several steps before he caught himself.

“How dare you make trouble on Blair family property? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Dorothy’s voice was shrill, her lips twisted with anger. “Throw her out!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The bodyguard lunged at Charlotte again, this time aiming right for her face.

Charlotte drew a slow breath, her eyes flashing with anger. She tilted her head just enough to dodge, ready to strike back. Before she could move, a strong hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her away.

The bodyguard’s hand sliced through the air right next to her ear. Charlotte found herself pressed against a broad, warm chest, surrounded by a crisp, clean scent.

Startled, she looked up—and met a pair of cool, steady eyes.

The man towering over her had to be close to six foot three, his expensive black suit perfectly fitted to his tall, powerful frame. His face was all sharp lines and elegance, strikingly handsome, his dark brows and deep-set eyes giving him an untouchable, almost dangerous aura. He held the bodyguard’s wrist in a tight grip, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air.

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