Yesterday, Gabriel delivered a message.

Today, at the Flower Festival, Ben was expected to attend the performance and run away with Queeny, envisioning a carefree existence with her.

With Ben privy to numerous Sigelac secrets, Bradley couldn't simply let him slip away.

Hence, he brought Freya along, ready to confront Ben.

Ben was unaware of Bradley's return to Solterra.

He planned to depart with Queeny by boat tonight, seeking refuge from Solterra's turmoil.

However, he was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

Ben knew who the burly man was.

He was Ian Logan's nephew, Lord Dane.

Previously, it was true that Queeny was with him, but Lord Dane was too fickle. While dating Queeny, he was also entangled with several other women.

Queeny had already broken up with Long Ye several months ago.

Unexpectedly, Lord Dane was unwilling to let go and even sought to reconcile with Queeny.

Moreover, he chose violence against Queeny on a day like today.

Ben's associates were all busy preparing to depart from the dock, leaving him to come alone today without any assistance.

Soon, he found himself ruthlessly assaulted by Lord Dane's men.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Patrick turned to Bradley, questioning,

"Bradley, are you not going to intervene? He's on the brink of death."

"A traitor holds no value."

Bradley retorted icily.

His primary objective was to apprehend Ben and deliver him to justice.

Now that Lord Dane appeared and could solve his problem, why should he get his hands dirty?

"Don't overlook the secrets Ben holds regarding the Logan family. Even in death, we must extract those secrets."

Patrick urged, anxiously observing Ben's deteriorating condition.

Bradley furrowed his brow deeply.

He contemplated on the man lying in a pool of blood, then said in a commanding tone.

"Proceed."

Following Bradley's command, Patrick brandished his firearm and rushed to rescue Ben.

All around were Bradley's people.

He waved, and a large group of people came up to help.

Soon, Lord Dane's men were subdued.

Bradley had no intention of killing Lord Dane now.

After all, he was a member of the Logan family and still had his uses.

He ordered his men to take him away before finally setting Freya down and approaching Ben step by step.

Observing the black leather shoes before him, he gradually lifted his head.

Confronting the piercing, icy black gaze of the approaching figure, his complexion drained of color in terror.

"M… Master!"

Bradley narrowed his eyes, quietly seizing his collar and delivering a forceful blow without hesitation.

"I've invested so much in you, only for you to betray the entire Sigelac for a woman?"

"I…"

The blow was heavy, causing Ben to cough up more blood.

Bradley retrieved a handkerchief from his shadow, meticulously wiping the blood from his hands.

Gazing down at Ben from above, he instructed Shadow, "Escort Miss Queeny down the stage."

Certain matters were classified, not meant for others to know.

Queeny was restrained by two guards, tearfully pleading, "Who are you? You can't harm Ben."

Her voice was soft and gentle, almost melting into one's bones.

Though Ben clenched his fists, he dared not utter a word.

Bradley wouldn't spare him for siding with Queeny against Sigelac.

Meanwhile, Freya remained nearby, plucking a peach blossom and inhaling its scent.

She leaned against a tree, lazily observing the scene.

From a distance, Ben appeared handsome.

But up close, his face was even more striking.

It seemed that all of Bradley's guards and associates were attractive.

Freya pondered at times if the entire Sigelac gathered together, it would be a spectacular sight.

Her gaze shifted from Ben to Queeny.

Only a moment ago, Queeny wore a veil, but now her true face was revealed.

Describing her as a fairy would diminish her allure; she exuded the charm of a fox spirit, capable of ensnaring souls with a mere smile.

Her eyes held a misty allure, seemingly speaking volumes.

Yet, it was her figure, her waist, that was impeccably proportioned.

She appeared as if crafted by the hands of a divine artist, with flawless features and a perfect physique, prompting a hint of envy from Freya.

Queeny was gently taken aside, worry showed in her eyes.

It could be seen that she was more or less sincere towards Ben.

Freya was not interested in the ongoing events.

Her focus remained on Queeny.

Queeny, too, noticed her, revealing a trace of astonishment in her gaze.

Freya's natural beauty was captivating.

Without any makeup, she leant languidly against the tree, with peach blossoms adorning her shoulders, exuding a fresh, ethereal charm.

Their eyes met briefly. Freya offered a faint smile before turning away.

Following a brief conversation with Ben, Bradley instructed Patrick to take him away for questioning.

Approaching Freya, he grasped her hand.

"Shall we take a stroll?"

"Is everything resolved?" Freya blinked at him.

"Patrick will handle the rest!"

He assured her, brushing aside the peach blossoms on her shoulder before leading her into the wood.

As Queeny watched the pair walk away, a strange light flickered in her eyes.

Her fists clenched silently!

…

Bradley took Freya to the wishing pool.

It was a place shrouded in legend.

Despite its mythical nature, he clung to a glimmer of hope, wanting to make a wish together with her.

"I've heard that couples who visit here have already tied the knot."

He remarked casually, noting the softness in Freya's gaze.

In their hearts, they were already bound as husband and wife.

Yet, the road ahead stretched long, and he yearned to walk it hand in hand with her.

With this life still ongoing, he even harbored anticipation for the next, wishing they could remain united.

"Is that so? Is it really that effective?"

"Sincerity works wonders!"

Approaching her from behind, Bradley wrapped his arms around her waist.

Gently clasping her hand with both of his, they earnestly wished for an eternity together.

However, Freya was a bit greedy and made several more wishes.

She wished Bradley could reclaim Solterra.

She hoped Matthew could regain his health and live happily like other children his age.

She made many more wishes.

But all the wishes were for others, not for herself.

After making the wishes, the two walked hand in hand through the peach blossom forest.

Freya was a bit curious about this Miss Queeny and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Queeny, what's your identity?"

"It is said that she is a dancer, but her true identity is like a mystery. My people have investigated a lot, but they can't find any clues."