Her Hidden Crowns Ch 184
Posted on June 16, 2025 · 0 mins read
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Chapter 184

What a terrible stroke of luck for Marsha to meet Charles, that bastard, here. Everyone in the room looked bewildered. Charles shot up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table. Rolling up his sleeves, he jabbed a finger at Marsha and barked, “If I’d known you were coming today, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up.”

He wanted nothing more than to get as far away from her as possible. He had already endured enough torment from her at the hospital.

Marsha let out a sharp laugh. “Then leave! Who’s begging you to stay?!”

Herman stepped in, grabbing Charles by the arm and muttering under his breath, “That’s Suzanne’s friend. Watch yourself—”

Though still seething, Charles clamped his mouth shut and crossed his arms while glaring daggers at Marsha.

Suzanne pulled Marsha down beside her. “What’s going on between you two?”

The moment they saw each other, it was like two bulls attacking each other. The mere thought of the incident flared Charles’ anger; his hair bristled, he scowled as he pointed at Marsha. “She questioned my medical skills and called me a fraud!” he spat. Women practically begged for a chance with him. And yet, for the first time, a woman had not only doubted him but outright…

He had been pampered since childhood, and this had dismissed him. It was unbearable.

Marsha, still fuming, sat beside Suzanne and glared right back at him. “Oh, and that’s my fault? Take a good look at yourself. Do you even remotely look like a doctor?” she shot back in a once-over, her disdain evident. “What kind of respectable doctor acts all cocky and carefree? What kind of doctor has tattoos?”

There wasn’t a shred of professionalism in Charles’ demeanor as a doctor.

Slamming the table, Charles stood again. “Damn it! Since when were tattoos forbidden for doctors? And excuse you, this is called charm. Ever heard of it?”

Marsha made a gagging noise, looking like she might be sick from his statement. Suzanne and the others watched the exchange, their brows twitching. Just moments ago, they had been worried the two might start fighting. Now, oddly enough, they were starting to look well-matched.

Herman studied Marsha intently. So, this was Suzanne’s friend. She was sharp-tongued and quick-witted—definitely someone worth keeping an eye on.

Now that her temper had simmered, Marsha finally took in the rest of the people in the room. She nudged Suzanne’s arm and leaned in to whisper, “What kind of gathering is this?”

Marsha wondered if Suzanne and Austin could actually be together. A gleam of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Just then, Austin poured a cup of warm water and set it in front of Suzanne. His voice was calm as he said, “Drink this. Your stomach will feel better.”

Without hesitation, Suzanne picked up the cup and took a sip.

“It’s just a casual dinner,” she replied lightly.

“Yeah, right,” Marsha scoffed inwardly. She wasn’t buying that. Her gaze flicked between them. Their looks and the air they gave off actually made a rather striking pair. But since Suzanne wasn’t saying more, Marsha decided to let it go. True to her lively nature, it didn’t take her long to blend in with Austin’s group.

Herman slid into the seat beside her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Ms. Newton, long time no see.”

Marsha turned to him with a smile. “Mr. Gunn, long time no see.” The entertainment industry was small. Of course, they knew each other. She raised her glass toward him, and they clinked their drinks together with a smile. Charles was the only one sulking, glaring at Marsha like she was his sworn enemy.

Marsha, however, couldn’t be bothered. To her, Charles was nothing more than a petulant child.

Herman pulled out a script, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “Ms. Newton, care to take a look at this?” Everyone knew Marsha lacked for turning historical dramas into blockbusters. With her on board, success was almost inevitable. Marsha raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised. “Mr. Herman, are you really blending business with pleasure?” she asked with a smile.

This was supposed to be a friendly gathering, and there he was, seizing the opportunity to talk shop. No wonder Fite Entertainment ruled the industry—he was a workaholic. He didn’t even try to deny anything, his smile a rejoinder. “Suzanne was the one who picked this script,” he remarked.

Marsha turned to look at her, surprised. The two involved in this?


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