"Absolutely not, I can't let you take such risks!" Bradley remained firm.

She was the woman he was determined to protect, and he couldn't bear to see her in danger.

Freya held his hand tightly, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"Leonard Newman, you have to trust me! I am your woman, I will never live lead a peaceful life. Even if you don't allow me to participate in this, there will be a next time, and the time after that. I will always be by your side, fighting together!"

Freya's eyes were calm yet resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

Bradley clenched his fist.

He knew her character well; once she decided on something, she wouldn't change her mind easily.

"I am not a weakling! Let me carry out this mission!"

She said, lightly tapping his heart with her finger. "Dear, even if there are dangers ahead, I believe you will protect me. We are husband and wife. We should face hardships together."

Bradley tightened his palms around her tiny hand, his heart filled with hesitation.

In the end, he nodded.

He knew that even if he disagreed, she would secretly follow along anyway.

He also believed his Freya is not a weakling; she can protect herself.

"Alright, I promise you!"

The group finalized their plan.

When night fell, they began to act separately.

...

Late at night, there was a bustling atmosphere at the Kevin Logan's residence. Glasses clinked together endlessly as the guests mingled.

Ian Logan had secretly gathered forces, causing him to face imminent danger. Hence, this banquet was held to win over various officials and dignitaries.

He knew these people had their own grudges against Ian.

Kevin was generous. He prepared lavish gifts for each guest and ensured that each of them were delivered personally.

"We'll share blessings and hardships together. With me, Kevin Logan, no one will be left out."

"We are willing to heed the king and defend Solterra together."

Everyone present was either a royal duke or a count, wealthy and powerful, and they all had grievances with Ian.

If Kevin fell, they would certainly not have a good ending either.

Hence, Kevin was the only choice for the king of Solterra.

"Good, I will definitely not mistreat you in the future."

"By the way, I heard that Leonard is not dead and has trained a force to reclaim Solterra. What is the king's plan next?"

A count asked.

Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Leonard is a remnant of the Newman family. He should have died long ago. Since he intends to reclaim Solterra, he may join those dead Solterran in hell!"

"Who does the king intend to invite to take action?"

"Have you all heard of the infamous assassin, Mystica?"

Kevin's smile widened gradually.

"Mystica? Didn't she retire years ago?"

Everyone present had heard of Mystica.

She was the number one assassin internationally.

Nevertheless, her location remained shrouded in mystery, and her face had never been glimpsed by anyone.

"Indeed she had retired. But gentlemen, don't forget Mystica's rule."

The others were puzzled.

Kevin scoffed, "Money speaks volumes. With the right amount of cash on the table, why wouldn't Mystica be within our reach?"

"With Mystica in play, Leonard is basically nothing. It's possible that within two days, Mystica will deliver Leonard's head."

The group nodded in agreement.

"Please hire Mystica as soon as possible! Bring down Leonard Newman!"

"Rest assured, I have already sent someone to contact Mystica. We will have news soon."

Kevin was brimming with confidence.

He not only wanted to eliminate Leonard but also to uproot the entire Sigelac.

As for Ian, his time was running out.

How could a mere duke dare to oppose him?

He had long wanted to get rid of Ian.

This man's ambitions were too great; he had secretly built several laboratories and trained the Beast Army.

Based solely on his deceptive actions, he could orchestrate a gruesome demise for him.

If it weren't for Ian's role in founding the country, he wouldn't have relinquished a third of Solterra's military power to him.

Now, reclaiming the military power was out of the question.

His only recourse was to eliminate Ian first, followed by Leonard.

With these two out of the picture, no one would pose a threat to him anymore.

Kevin's eyes narrowed with triumph, a sly smile gracing his lips.

He eagerly awaited the downfall of Ian and Leonard.

Raising his glass, Kevin let out a hearty laugh. "Come, let's toast to our imminent victory."

"Cheers!"

As everyone raised their glasses and emptied them, Kevin spared no expense to please the dignitaries, even bringing in dancing girls.

The guests surrounded them, showering Kevin with flattery and compliments.

Suddenly, a duke clutched his stomach, his face contorting in pain.

Without warning, he pushed away the dancer in his arms and rushed towards the bathroom.

Soon, one after another, everyone abandoned their seats in search of relief.

"What's happening?" Kevin's fist clenched, his brows furrowed with the intensity of his stomach pain.

He dashed towards the restroom as if possessed.

"Someone has poisoned us! Investigate thoroughly!"

Seated on the toilet, Kevin's face paled with pain, his anger now directed at the guards.

Chaos ensued in the mansion.

Everyone was rushing to the bathroom.

In a secluded corner, a girl dressed as a maid watched coldly.

She turned and quietly left the banquet hall.

As she stepped out of Kevin's mansion, a dark figure flashed from the darkness and embraced her waist, pulling her into his arms.

Freya smiled at the newcomer, "Did you get the Celestial Ring?"

The man in a black windbreaker, holding a ring in his hand. His lips slightly curled upward.

"Yes. Let's go now."

The man's deep voice, mixed with a pleasant fragrance, lingered in her ears.

Freya blushed and lowered her head.

Patrick drove over, and the two got into the car together.

"Freya, did you poison the wine?"

Patrick asked curiously.

They were stationed outside and suddenly heard a commotion inside, realizing that all the guests were experiencing stomach pains.

All the guards were in the kitchen and tea room looking for the culprit, completely unaware of their presence.

This gave them the opportunity to sneak into the secret room.

"No, Kevin is extremely suspicious and vigilant. All the food and drinks have been thoroughly inspected, so I couldn't do anything. As for the cause of their stomach pains, it's because of this..."

Freya's fingers held a few silver needles, and she smiled proudly.

Patrick touched his nose, feeling uneasy at the sight of the needles.

He was afraid because Madeline often used needles to punish him whenever she was angry.