"Okay."

Ella quickly went to handle it.

Freya didn't linger either, getting up to leave.

"Miss, please help my brother detoxify the poison!" Brody stopped her.

"Wait for an hour. The drug's effect will naturally wear off. Just bear with it."

After saying that, she briskly left the dungeon.

She planned to stroll to learn about the latest developments in the royal family.

Freya encountered Patrick outside the villa, the man looking unkempt as he hurried home.

Bloodshot eyes and exhaustion showed. His usually meticulously groomed hair was disheveled.

Moreover, there were even traces of blood on his shirt.

He noticed Freya and paused. "Are you heading out?"

Freya nodded. She glanced at him and inquired, "What happened?"

"I just ran into Ian Logan's men on the street and got into a fight with them," he explained. Then he added, "It's a bit chaotic out there now, better not to go out. It's not safe."

Of course, it was just a friendly reminder.

After all, Freya could easily resolve any trouble she encountered with her skills.

This woman was quite capable, even surpassing him by far.

Freya frowned. "What about Leonard? How is he?"

"He's fine. He's already gone to Wolf Mountain."

To reclaim Solterra, they not only needed Sigelac's support but also the power of Wolf Mountain.

After all, the enemies they faced were not just Kevin Logan but also Ian Logan.

Bradley didn't return that day.

Freya washed up early and went to bed.

That night, she had a dream.

She was still on the mountain.

The masked man she had encountered stood tall amidst the carnage, his black coat stained crimson with blood.

Followed by a pack of wolves, he savagely crushed the bones of his enemies one by one.

They fell into pools of their blood. The air was thick with the coppery scent of carnage.

Suddenly, she saw a masked man rush behind Leonard and slash him heavily in the back.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain.

She shouted anxiously, but he couldn't hear her.

At this moment, another person rushed over and slashed his face with a knife.

She slowly made out the man's features

As the mask fell away, Snowy rushed out and pounced on the man when the face became clearer.

She woke up abruptly, startled by the sound of bones breaking.

Her body felt damp as if soaked in water.

She got up to shower and change clothes, but then she heard faint footsteps outside the courtyard.

Next door, Ella also keenly sensed it.

She grabbed the dagger from the bedside table and quickly exited the room.

The secret guard left by Bradley had already begun attacking the intruder.

Without turning on the lights, Freya got out of bed and swiftly went to the balcony.

The commotion downstairs was in full swing, while sounds of struggle faintly echoed from within the room.

She squinted, clutching a handful of silver needles.

She spun around in a flash and swiftly flung the silver needle towards the curtain.

The figure hiding behind the curtain dodged sideways.

From the darkness came a deep chuckle. "What an interesting woman you are! Fiery and wild-just my type!"

"Freya's hand shot out again, sending another silver needle flying.

Despite the poor visibility, she recognized the voice.

He had been with Queeny before.

"Well, aren't you a feisty little thing?" the man chuckled heartily. "I made a special trip to see you. You're giving me the cold shoulder instead of a warm welcome."

"Who asked you to come here!"

Freya squinted, grabbing the bedside lamp and swiftly throwing it at him.

The man easily dodged it.

The lamp crashed loudly into the wall, shattering into pieces.

Freya lunged back onto the bed, grabbed the dagger from the bedside, and thrust it at him again.

The man's lips curled into a smile.

He didn't expect this trip to Solterra to have such an unexpected gain.

He couldn't believe he'd run into such an interesting woman.

Ever since the day he clashed with Freya, he couldn't get her out of his mind.

With Quincy now captured, Solterra was no longer safe. He had to leave soon.

Yet, he couldn't bear to part with this little girl. That's why he had ventured into the treacherous night, determined to take her with him.

A fierce battle was raging outside.

Bradley had been away for a day. Patrick had returned briefly in the afternoon, only to leave again in a hurry in the evening.

The entire villa now felt deserted except for the dozen or so guards that Bradley had left behind, leaving only her and Ella.

Freya ignored the commotion outside, focusing solely on the man before her.

Whether he was Quincy's brother or a member of York Kingdom, she couldn't allow him to escape.

The man was skilled, a seasoned fighter.

He was equally surprised by Freya's prowess, never expecting such a seemingly delicate woman to be such a formidable opponent.

He had underestimated her.

Despite being a top-ranked assassin on the international dark web, Freya's combat prowess was still above that man.

Her dagger swished through the air, quickly leaving crimson marks on his skin.

No longer reckless, the injured man quickly raised his guard.

The next second, Freya's silver needles darted towards him once more.

With nimble agility, the man dodged the attack again.

However, Freya didn't let him catch his breath and swiped her blade towards his arm.

The man winced in pain and hastily retreated two steps.

Freya's fierce pursuit continued.

The man quickly gestured towards the door with a mischievous smile. "Look behind you."

Freya was all too familiar with this trick-using a distraction to lure her away and quickly escaping.

She paid no heed and pressed her attack.

The man's smile persisted. "Don't you care about his life?"

As he finished speaking, a soft sob came from behind.

Freya turned around abruptly and saw two masked men standing at the doorway. One of them holding a dagger pressed against Matthew's throat.

"M-Mommy, I'm scared."

Matthew whimpered, having been awakened from his sleep.

Those masked men immediately lifted him, still holding the blade against him.

Those masked men immediately lifted him, still holding the blade against him. Now, he felt terrified.

"Mommy?" the man chuckled playfully. "Little girl, you're already married?"

"Mind your own business!" Freya glared at him. "If anything comes at me, don't hurt the child."

"I won't kill him. Just put down your dagger and those needles."

The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning suddenly fierce.

Freya tossed the dagger and five silver needles, fearing they would truly harm Matthew.

She looked at the man indifferently. "Bring the child over."

"That's not happening. If I let him go, will you spare me?"

Leaning against the wall, the man spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Tie yourself up first, then come with me, and I will naturally release this brat."

Nobody else mattered to him but her.

One of the masked men threw a hemp rope over.

Freya squinted, her fists clenching tightly.

"Fine. I'll do as you say, but make sure your men don't harm the child."

"Don't worry, you're the only one I want."

He gestured for the masked man to ease his grip. The child's skin was delicate and easily injured with even a slight touch.