Fred said confidently, "Of course, Your Majesty. The experiment will—"
Before he could finish, the queen smiled and said, "Good. Since you’ve said as much, I can stop worrying now."
"You absolutely should!" Surprised that the queen would budge so easily, Fred thought she still trusted him as she used to.
At the next moment, however, several guards walked in.
Fred frowned. "Who told you to come in? Get out!"
His words fell on deaf ears, and the guards encircled him.
"Did you not hear me? Who do you work for?" Fred frowned. "Get the hell out of here, or I’ll kill you!"
"Do you think they’ll listen to you?" the queen said.
Fred was puzzled for a moment before he caught on. "You arranged this?"
The queen merely smiled in reply, but the answer was obvious.
She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she were to antagonize him.
"What are you going to do with such a few men, Your Majesty?” Fred stared at the queen smugly and triumphantly as he approached her.
"Looks like you’ve brought quite a few people with you, Fred.”
Even with so many guns pointing at her, the queen showed no signs of panic.
Fred smiled. "I wouldn't dare to restrict your freedom or tell you so much if I wasn’t fully prepared, Your Majesty."
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