"Since you've invited us, I'll accept it."

The two continued to follow Queeny.

Freya didn't expect this woman to be so casual, bringing strangers home.

She chuckled lightly, pretending to casually mention,

"If I'm not mistaken, you're Miss Queeny, right? You danced at Peach Blossom Garden today."

"You have a good eye, I am indeed Queeny York."

Queeny leaned on Ella, her voice coquettish.

"I also know that there were two men who fought for Miss Queeny."

Hearing this, Queeny's expression immediately changed.

Freya continued. "The tall man, is he your current boyfriend? Handsome! Miss Queeny, you're taking us home now. If your boyfriend sees us, it won't be good."

"I also know that the thug who bullied Miss Queeny is from the royal family," Freya pretended to be afraid. "Brother, why don't we go home? You may like Miss Queeny, but we can't afford to offend people from the royal family."

Queeny's face turned somewhat ugly.

But she still smiled and directly grabbed Ella's neck.

"Don't worry, those people have never been to my place. They won't come looking for me."

With that, a hint of coldness flashed in Queeny's eyes.

Then, a dagger fell from her sleeve and quickly pressed against Ella's neck.

Ella reacted swiftly.

A silver needle was pressed against Queeny's neck as well.

Queeny sneered, "Indeed, the purpose of approaching me is impure!"

She had long noticed someone tracking her, so she deliberately led them in circles.

There were quite a few people tracking her recently.

But she didn't expect two women, disguised as men, to be following her today.

That's why she acted out this drama with them.

"Your skills are not bad, seems like you're trained."

Ella smirked coldly and forcefully threw Queeny aside.

Queeny's body was agile. She steadied herself by placing her hands on the ground.

In the next instant, she moved even faster towards Ella.

At this moment, Freya flickered and reached out, grabbing her wrist. "Miss Queeny's martial skills are impressive. Are you really just an ordinary dancer?"

"Who am I? You'll find out when you go to hell!"

Queeny's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

She smirked, then suddenly two cold lights flew out from her sleeve, heading straight towards Freya.

However, Freya was faster. She effortlessly caught those things.

They turned out to be two plum blossom darts.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, then flicked the darts back.

Queeny dodged, but before she could turn around, she felt a sharp pain in her back.

Freya deliberately kept a trick up her sleeve. First, she flicked out a dart. When Queeny dodged that, another dart was thrown out.

She could dodge once, but she wouldn't be able to avoid a second time.

She reached out to remove the dart, but she couldn't.

Anxious, she turned and fled.

She knew better than anyone what was on those darts.

Seeing her attempt to escape, Freya threw the silver needle in her hand, directly piercing her neck from behind.

Queeny felt her vision blur and collapsed limply to the ground.

Ella approached to check her breathing, saying, "She's unconscious."

"Bring her back for interrogation, this woman is quite suspicious."

Just as she finished speaking, she heard Ella shout, "Watch out!"

Then Ella stood in front of Freya, kicking away the dart that had been shot at them.

The dart flew out and directly pierced into a peach tree by the road.

Freya squinted, and suddenly several masked men appeared, surrounding them.

Before she could react, they smashed a smoke bomb, and white mist filled the air instantly.

After the smoke cleared, those people, along with Queeny, were nowhere to be seen.

"Chase them!"

Freya said, and immediately followed.

She wanted to see what identity those people had and where they intended to take Queeny.

As for Ella, she didn't let her follow. Instead, she instructed her to go back and find someone.

This Queeny was so unusual, there must be a big secret behind her.

Freya had a hunch that as long as she followed Queeny, all the secrets would be revealed.

She followed carefully.

Those people led Queeny around many corners, obviously afraid of being followed.

Along the way, they made several twists and turns, constantly looking back.

Worried about exposure, Freya simply climbed onto the roofs of the houses in the alley.

The houses in Solterra were somewhat like the courtyard houses in Magniflora.

Since the houses on this street were all single-story buildings with the same layout, she could clearly see the movements of people on the street from the roof.

Lazily watching them wander around, she then saw them slip into a courtyard.

At this moment, she jumped down from the roof and followed cautiously.

Meanwhile.

Ella rushed back to the villa as quickly as possible.

There was no one else in the villa but Patrick.

"Miss Ella, what are you doing here?"

Patrick was surprised to see Ella.

"I'll explain it later. Where's Mr. Bradley?"

"He just came back and couldn't find Freya, so he went out again. What's wrong?"

"Freya is tracking Queeny. Queeny isn't as weak as she seems. She's actually quite strong. I'm afraid something might happen to Freya. Call Mr. Bradley quickly and send people to help her."

Hearing this, Patrick frowned and immediately called Bradley.

Coincidentally, Bradley walked in from outside, holding his phone and squinting. "What's wrong?"

Ella quickly explained the situation to Bradley.

Upon hearing that Freya was tracking Queeny, he immediately rushed out.

Patrick followed, muttering incessantly, "Freya is too bold. She actually acted alone. What if something happens?"

…

At the same time.

Freya trailed behind the group as they entered the house.

Just moments ago, she observed those individuals escorting Queeny to this location from the rooftop.

With Queeny's visible injury and the blood trail left behind, she was confident in her ability to locate the correct spot.

Evading the occupants of the courtyard, she discreetly approached the window, pushed open the partially closed window to steal a glance inside.

Right now, Queeny was lying on the ground, fully conscious.

The wound on her back caused intense pain and itching, akin to being swarmed by thousands of ants.

Gradually, a wave of heat spread throughout her body.

Soon, her whole body became feverish.

The feeling of insect bites made her moan softly.

Desperately uncomfortable, she vigorously rubbed against the cold ground to ease her distress.

The poison from the dart, once lodged in the body, could induce a desire for death.

Unable to endure the heat any longer, Queeny began tearing off her clothing.

Adopting a seductive posture, she emitted sounds that were a mix of pain and pleasure.

From her vantage point, Freya could clearly see a man seated across from Queeny.

He smirked derisively and taunted, "What's wrong? Can't handle it?"