Hearing this, Queeny regained some clarity and cried out in pain, "Brother."

However, she quickly became uncomfortable again.

She rolled on the ground, soon leaving her clothes disheveled.

Freya hid in the peach tree outside the window.

With the window open, she sat in the tree, perfectly positioned to observe the situation inside.

She scrutinized the man deeply, but shrouded in darkness, she couldn't discern his features.

What was wrong with Queeny?

Was the wound hurting?

Rolling around on the ground would surely cause more pain, right?

Besides, there’s no need to take off her clothes even if it hurts!

Moreover, who was that man to her?

Was Queeny's use of "brother" indicating a familial bond or a term of endearment between romantic partners?

Freya narrowed her eyes as she persisted in monitoring their actions.

Observing Queeny's distressed state, the man's restraint visibly waned.

Stepping out of the shadows, he approached Queeny and gazed down at her.

"Do you need assistance?"

Queeny embraced him and implored, "Brother, I'm suffering, please help me."

"Assist you? Do you deserve that?" The man forcefully pushed her aside, his eyes expressing disdain. "I instructed you to approach Ben, but instead, you became infatuated with him and even contemplated eloping?"

Even though there was some distance between them, Freya still clearly heard his words.

So... did Queeny truly like Ben?

But who was this man standing before her? Could he be associated with the Logan family?

Freya squinted as she closely examined the man.

With his back turned to her, she couldn't see his face, but she could discern his tall and robust stature.

Queeny had now lost her composure, feeling as though insects were gnawing at her somewhere on her body, causing her to moan incessantly.

She once again clung to the man's thigh, her voice growing increasingly coquettish.

"Please... Help... help me."

Freya clearly saw the man bend down, pick up Queeny, and throw her onto the bed behind him.

This was…

Ahem!

She couldn't bear to watch!

Freya quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to witness an impromptu erotic performance!

However, she accidentally made a noise, prompting the man to turn around.

"Who's there?"

The man swiftly got off the bed and sent a cold glare in Freya's direction.

A plum blossom dart flew out from his palm, heading straight toward where Freya was hiding.

Freya slightly dodged, and the dart flew past her cheek, embedding itself in a tree branch.

A strand of black hair broke off and fell to the ground.

Freya stopped hiding and leaned out, shooting silver needles through the window.

The man squinted and grabbed a pillow to block them.

All five silver needles pierced the pillow.

Freya climbed down from the tree and turned to run.

The man, seeing this, swiftly appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

"I thought it was someone else, turns out it's a woman disguised as a man."

It wasn't until now that Freya could clearly see the man's face.

He bore a resemblance to Queeny, as if they were real siblings.

Freya brandished the dagger from her sleeve and swiftly attacked the man.

Agile in his movements, the man grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her closer.

"Tsk tsk, your skin is so fair and tender, and your figure is quite nice. Since you're here, why don't you stay and play with me?"

The man's lips curled up, emitting a lecherous smile.

Freya's other hand rose, fingers gripping two sharp silver needles.

"Let's see if you're lucky enough to play!"

She smirked coldly as the silver needles swiftly aimed for the man's nape.

The man was evidently skilled, swiftly seizing her wrist and flinging her away.

"Impressive skills. I bet you'd be quite flexible in bed."

"Pervert!"

She cursed, sweeping her long legs.

The man stepped back twice, a lecherous smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, Freya lost interest in fighting him.

Her gaze fell upon Queeny rolling on the bed; the woman's behavior was peculiar.

It seemed like she was drugged, but the effects were different from the usual.

Perhaps it was best to take her away and examine her blood.

Of course, Queeny harbored many secrets; bringing her back for interrogation might yield unexpected results.

With that decision made, she leaped into the room.

Seeing this, the man's interest piqued further. "What's this? So eager to get into bed?"

"Get lost!"

Freya couldn't take it anymore and spat out a curse.

Despite his refined and gentle appearance, the man was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing.

His speech was full of vulgarity.

He was even more licentious than Patrick!

As he pursued her, Freya grabbed a chair and viciously hurled it at him.

Swiftly, she wrapped up the wriggling Queeny in the bedsheet, hoisted her over her shoulder, and leaped out of the window.

The man frowned, then shouted, "After them!"

There was no response from the surroundings, but several figures swiftly dispersed into the darkness.

Still wriggling on her shoulder, Queeny continued her restless movements.

Her hands emerged from the sheet, pinching and squeezing Freya, causing her scalp to tingle, rendering her defenseless.

Unable to bear it any longer, she finally knocked her out with one palm.

Soon, several shadows chased after her.

Freya sensed the danger and attempted to withdraw, but she was already surrounded.

All these people were dressed in black and wore masks.

They didn't look like ordinary bodyguards; instead, they resembled assassins from some organization!

Freya narrowed her eyes.

With her skills, it wouldn't be difficult to escape, but she was carrying Queeny.

If she dropped her, it might not be so easy to capture her later.

Without much time to think, the men in black, armed with knives, lunged at her.

Freya held onto Queeny with one hand, wielding a dagger with the other, and fought against the men in black.

They were highly skilled and extremely vicious.

She kicked away one person's knife with a sweep of her leg and threw her silver needle.

But she couldn't match the strength of the group alone, especially with the burden she was carrying.

Freya considered abandoning Queeny to save herself.

But in the darkness, the power of the men in black grew stronger.

What was originally just four or five people had now increased to a dozen.

Seeing the situation, it was clear they were determined to capture her at all costs!

She gripped the dagger, searching for an opportunity to escape.

Suddenly, a flash of light pierced through the darkness, and before she could dodge, she felt a sharp pain in her arm.

Then, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Gritting her teeth in pain, she threw the dagger at the assailant.

Seizing the opportunity, she knocked down several more men in black and climbed a wall with Queeny in her arms.

"Chase them!"

The cold voice of one of the men in black was heard.

Freya was injured, blood flowing along the way.

She knew that if she continued to run like this, she would eventually be caught.

She had to find a place to hide.