Whatever happened next, Queenie had no idea as she walked out pushing her children's cot. Maria on the other hand, couldn't believe her ears as she stared at the retreating back of Queenie. "I got it! I knew she looked familiar!" One of the women shrieked. She successfully drew everyone's attention to herself, including that of Maria. "Say it already, who is she!" One of them nudged her impatiently. Instead of answering her, the other woman pulled out her phone and searched Queenie's name on Google. When the information came out, she swiped to the pictures and showed it to everyone. "She is Queenie Knight!" Another woman mumbled in disbelief. As soon as those words escaped her lips, the lady closest to her hit her, "Queenie Knight is dead. Didn't you see the news and the harassment Velon Aspen gave to her family after learning of his identity on the news?"Others couldn't help but concur. But the fact remained that the two women looked exactly the same. "Forget it. It might j
In a training center. Still in an unidentified country A woman in white lab coat stands before Natasha who wouldn't stop stretching with a wide smile. "How are you feeling, Miss? Do you feel pain on any part of your body?" "No." Replied Natasha. "Do you sleep well?" The doctor asked again. "My sleep hasn't been this good. I now get to sleep with my eyes tightly closed and a wide grin on my face." Natasha replied, turning to look at the doctor. The doctor continued asking her some questions until she finally left. Natasha flexed her wrists as she suddenly looked towards a certain direction. "How long are you gonna stand there, peeking at me?" Raphael walked out with a wide smile on his face as soon as she was done. "Your sense of hearing seems to have heightened.""Yeah, I can even hear the conversation in the next room. No wonder Queenie was so good at everything." Natasha chuckled. When she heard from the man, she raised her head to look at him. When she saw the man's red ey
HiltoniaQueenie stopped the car in what she thought was supposed to be a cafe. But much to her surprise, she saw a hotel instead. "Why aren't we getting out?" Mishael asked after she had stayed minutes without doing anything. "I know I lost my memories, but I know very well that there was a cafe right here." The woman replied. Mishael looked at the gigantic hotel and then at the surroundings. "When did you visit the cafe last?" Queenie paused before she mumbled slowly, "Three years ago." "Three years ago? And you expect the cafe shop to still be in existence? Really?" Mishael asked all at once. Queenie glanced unhurriedly at him, a glance which made him hold onto his seat in fright. "I'm just trying to say a lot of things could've happened in those three years. The cafe shop might've gone out of business or something related to that." His clarification didn't please her but since there was nothing she could do, she opened the door and got out. She walked to the back seat an
The whole parking lot quietened as everyone looked towards Mishael in disbelief. Who didn't know Mishael Wade, the scientist who was famous for putting an end to a disease which could've killed a lot of people. Another important reason to adore him was the fact he came from a rich family. The single ladies around were the most excited as it had been publicized by his ex-wife when they divorced. So they were looking forward to ending up with such a good man. The man on the other hand, had no idea Pierce could be as shameless as admitting who he was. In his distress, he walked towards Queenie who couldn't help sighing. All she needed was a quiet place to talk with Mishael. "Are you her husband?" A man whose girlfriend's heart had been stolen by Mishael asked in annoyance. Mishael's eyes happened to meet with that of Pierce's which looked like a black hole, aiming to suck him in. "Don't spout nonsense! Queenie is my boss!" The man clarified hurriedly. Unaware that he had called h
Queenie stopped outside the villa and got down. "You mean you have such a splendid house here in Hiltonia and I've been squatting somewhere?" Mishael exclaimed, alighting from the car. Queenie just glanced at him and wheeled in her children. They got in to see the house without any speck of dust. "So not only did you leave your house vacant and refused to tell me, you also appointed cleaners to come clean it every day. How callous!" The man snorted again. "If I knew I had a home like this, I wouldn't have tried to leave Hiltonia in the first place. Stop talking." Queenie said as she glared at the man. Mishael comported himself and sat down on a chair. It had been a stressful day and it was no wonder the triplets were sleeping for the second time that day. She left their cots just beside the chair she sat on and faced Mishael. "What you have to tell me should better be something meaningful or I will be forced to met out a very severe punishment on you." Queenie huffed. "I kno
"You do? Take me to it then!" Mishael requested enthusiastically.Queenie glanced up at him lazily. "I said I remember the place, I never said I still remember the way to the place. I can only see a vague picture in my head right now." Mishael sighed in disappointment. "Do you remember the name of the place?" However, she shook her head, "I only went there with my mother twice. She said it was somewhere she often kept things important to her. I was very young so I don't really remember the route but I do know this place was like a locker. A silver locker." Mishael thought hard for a moment before breathing out. "There are so many places like that. It's unfortunate that you can't remember the exact location. I hope with time it will come back." Then he stopped and glanced nervously at his foot. "But then, your mother must've left some papers during the experiments. She might've written the place down somewhere." Queenie had something to say but refrained from doing so as she wante
Gandios PubThe time was 7:05 in the evening and the Pub was buzzing with people. Within them were a few men who couldn't help looking around every now and then. They only relaxed when they caught sight of a familiar figure. One who had disguised as one of the waitresses, walked towards Queenie. "Hello, you must be Queenie Knight. I've been entrusted to lead you to the private room safely." The man said and Queenie nodded without a word. Queenie was led out of the Pub and towards a private room. "I've been waiting for you, Ms. Knight." A man said as soon as Queenie pushed the door open and walked in. The man had his face covered with a mask, so Queenie had absolutely no way to see what he looked like. "It's nice that I'm that famous. To the point even an unknown person like you knows who I am?" Queenie said with a smile and sat down opposite him. The man chuckled loudly and reached for the wine on the table. "Have a seat, let's drink while we talk." Queenie had no reason to r
Natasha stood before Queenie in all her glory. Queenie couldn't help gazing at her in amazement wondering where her sister had suddenly gotten the audacity to make such a glorious appearance. Natasha stood in front of Queenie's car, expecting the latter to step out of the car in shock. She had totally forgotten the Queenie who would've acted that way was the one who lost her memories and not the one she had grown up beside. Honk! Honk!The horns startled Natasha who wasn't expecting a thing like that. "Get the hell out of the way, lady!" Queenie yelled from her car, and kept horning. A woman standing in the middle of the road was already a strange sight to behold but when being honked at but still remained at the same position was even more shocking. Queenie side and started her car again, she me swiftly moved to the other lane and drove away. She placed a call to Jessica as soon as she was free from Natasha. "Give me the list of everyone who had gotten into the country durin