Kapitel 239: Queenie

The woman who spoke was a stunning beauty. She had long, silky silver-blue hair that flowed effortlessly behind her. Her eyes were a dreamy blend of white and blue. Her lips were a perfect rose-red—not too bright, not too dull. She had a youthful, face, though there was a hint of maturity beneath it.

Her figure was breathtaking, with refined hips and a perky behind. Her chest was modest but perfectly proportioned. She wore a black jacket and spaced trousers that weren't too tight, yet not too loose—just enough to accentuate her shape.

"Why? You guys don't want me here?" she replied with a small smile that seemed to brighten to dull room. If any of the Overlords were present, they'd wonder where this version of the Queenie had stashed their cold, emotionless leader. 

The same cold woman was now smiling warmly as she hugged Lucil, who seemed to forget everything and just melted into her embrace.