"Are you worried about Ms. Sanders, milord?" Keith asked.Nox didn't answer. He had no idea why he had this ominous feeling. A moment of silence later, he said, "Perhaps. Keith, I'll need you to keep Queenie safe. Nothing must happen to her!""Yes, milord," said Keith.After the Battle of the Ten Nations, the person Nox cared about most was Queenie. No matter what, he wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt her, especially not when their wedding was drawing near.…Aphrodite was in a luxurious presidential suite, gloomy and brooding. She held a golden dagger, slicing and cutting a photo of Nox. The photo was already tattered, but that didn't stop her. Her fury was unabated.Behind Aphrodite was Michael, still standing silent like a log. A long while later, someone rang the doorbell, and Michael opened the door.Houston hurried into the room. "I found it, milord," he reported to Aphrodite.Aphrodite was still cutting up Nox's photo. She ordered, "Tell me, Houston. Who's the bitch w
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