The three of them wove through the crowd, arriving at a massive stage.

"Bradley, take a look at who's there!" Patrick raised an eyebrow.

On the stage, a performance was underway.

A group of women clad in floral skirts danced, surrounded by a throng of spectators.

However, upon closer observation, it was evident that the majority of onlookers were men.

Patrick pointed to a man in a dark gray suit sitting in the main seat.

From afar, Freya couldn't discern his features.

But she could tell he was tall, easily reaching six feet.

Just as Freya was about to inquire, someone in the crowd shouted, "Miss Queeny is here!"

Her gaze involuntarily swept the surroundings.

Every man's eyes gleamed with admiration as they enthusiastically called out "Queeny's" name.

Freya could see, from a distance, the crowd parting neatly on both sides to clear a path.

Soon, a group of bodyguards approached.

Because of the dense crowd, consisting mostly of tall men, Freya couldn't get a clear view of Miss Queeny's appearance.

She strained to tiptoe, only catching a glimpse of a slender figure amidst the sea of people.

Suddenly, she felt her body lifted into the air.

She realized she was perched on Bradley's shoulder, affording her a clear view of the front.

Freya exclaimed in surprise, and when she glanced downward, she realized she was now the tallest person in the crowd.

However, this action obstructed the view of many behind her, leading to discontented murmurs.

"What's going on? Sitting so high, aren't you blocking everyone's view?"

"Yeah…"

Upon hearing the complaints, Bradley shot a glance at the figure beside him.

The figure quickly departed, and the angry murmurs soon subsided.

Though Freya felt embarrassed, the view from this angle was simply too perfect; she was reluctant to come down.

She clearly saw a woman approaching, her face covered with a veil, her long straight black hair draped over her shoulders, and her figure slim and tall.

The woman wore a fiery red gown and stepped elegantly in champagne-colored high heels.

She exuded a remarkable allure.

"Queeny…"

"Queeny…"

The men's calls drowned one another out.

The music on stage then changed.

What was once soft, gentle tunes now morphed into a pulsating dance track

The music electrified the entire Peach Blossom Garden.

The previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

All eyes were fixed on Queeny's silhouette.

Even Freya found it impossible to avert her gaze.

Miss Queeny's dance held an irresistible allure and provocativeness.

Such seductive beauty was difficult for any man to resist, and even Freya herself, as a woman, felt her soul entranced by it.

"Bradley, did you bring me here just to watch this woman dance?"

Freya sat perched on the man's shoulder, now accustomed to the position despite her initial discomfort.

Bradley felt the softness of her skin against his cheek, stirring emotions within him.

His focus remained solely on this inadvertent touch; he didn't even spare a glance at the woman dancing onstage.

"I have you, why would I need to watch someone else dance? Besides, your dance is far more beautiful than hers."

Bradley reassured her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, providing her with a sense of security.

Freya remained skeptical and retorted, "If we're not here to watch her dance, then why are we here? Just to admire the flowers?"

"Of course not."

"Then what is it?"

"Do you notice the man in the main seat?" Bradley's voice, low and rich, reached her ears, accompanied by the warmth of his breath against her legs.

Freya felt a little tingle and couldn't help but shrink her feet.

Her move prompted a deeper desire in Bradley's eyes as he observed her curling her toes.

Suppressing his desires, he continued, "He was originally my man assigned to be by Ian Logan's side. But recently, because of this Miss Queeny on stage, he has shown signs of betrayal."

"So, you've come to investigate?"

Freya squinted, fixing her gaze on the man.

In a daze, she caught sight of his profile.

He was a remarkably handsome face, seemingly sculpted by divine hands.

Noticing her gaze, Bradley narrowed his eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy. He forcefully pinched her waist.

"You're not allowed to look at other men!"

Freya complained, "Didn't you give me permission to look?"

"If I hadn't mentioned it, would you have looked at the other man so much?"

"From this moment on, you can't look," he declared dominantly.

Freya sighed helplessly.

Fine, if she couldn't look, she'd focus on watching Miss Queeny onstage instead.

This woman was truly enchanting.

Her fiery dance moves, combined with the pulsating music, caused her slender waist to sway like a snake.

She captured the attention of all the men in the vicinity.

Suddenly, a roar erupted from the crowd below, followed by a burly man charging onto the stage and smashing the sound system.

The music came to a halt.

Everyone held their breath as they witnessed the chaos unfolding on stage.

With a fierce expression, the burly man seized Queeny by her hair.

Everyone was shock with the sudden turn of events.

Some spectators couldn't bear to watch and considered rushing to her aid.

However, the man suddenly pulled out a handgun and fired a shot into the sky.

The deafening bang startled the crowd.

Fearing for their safety, everyone scattered and fled.

Soon, the scene fell into chaos.

Freya narrowed her eyes and lightly nudged Bradley's face with her thigh. "Shouldn't you send someone to help?"

"Her fate is not my concern."

The man's tone was cold and devoid of any pity.

As Queeny was roughly pushed to the ground, a man from the audience swiftly leaped onto the stage.

He scooped her up, casting a menacing glare at the burly man.

With a powerful kick, he sent the burly man.

The burly man flew off the stage and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a multitude of people rushed from the crowd, surrounding the stage.

The burly man, now standing, wiped the blood from his mouth and smirked coldly.

"Ben Joyner, daring to steal my woman. Today, you meet your end!"

With those words, he aimed his gun at Ben's forehead.

Bradley furrowed his brows deeply but made no move to intervene.

Instead, he turned and walked away with Freya.

Perplexed, Freya gazed at him. "Are we just leaving? Shouldn't we help?"

"We're leaving to keep you safe from potential violence."

Patrick raised his eyebrows.

Inwardly, he noted Bradley's more sophisticated approach to calming women.

Nonetheless, he followed suit.

After all, Bradley hadn't given the order to intervene.

Ben Joyner had been one of Bradley's undercover agents embedded within the Logan family for years, gathering information.

However, his silence in recent months had raised suspicions.

Bradley had instructed Gabriel to investigate, leading to the discovery of Miss Queeny.

It appeared Ben had become infatuated with her, neglecting his duties in the process.