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Mehlsanz and Voreese had both been actively scouting to ensure they were not being followed, which meant flying up extremely high for visibility. They didn’t report anything, and after a while, Roman finally began to relax.

‘That fight should have gone smoother,’ Voreese said privately. ‘Maybe we’ve been avoiding conflicts for too long.’

Eyes closed, Roman rested his head against the window of the truck’s cabin. ‘You said you wanted to keep a low profile and build an empire.’

‘I know. But this country is important to you. And apparently, we picked shitty allies. If I’d known you had something you wanted to protect, I would’ve pushed you harder to become stronger.’

He peeked at Voreese with one eye. ‘I didn’t think my feelings mattered to you that much.’

‘Then you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.’

He smirked and closed his eyes again.

Soon, they reached the city of Walton. His hometown was a welcome sight, even if it was blurry without his glasses. Voreese gave the Queen directions to Roman’s midtown mansion. They exited the vehicle in the underground parking complex and took the elevator up.

“Why don’t you two get some rest?” Roman said to the ladies. “Make yourselves at home, and we’ll reconvene later to figure out our next move.”

“I am ready to discuss it now,” said Helen.

Roman looked at Lynnette.

She glanced at the Queen. “I think I’d like to rest, if you don’t mind...”

“Of course. And thank you, Lynnette. Your help has been invaluable.”

“I’ll make a call,” said Roman. “I know a good private doctor.”

The elevator doors opened, and a petite blond woman was waiting for them. “Master Roman!” she said. “You look like hell! What happened?”

“Lots. We have guests, Gina. Treat them well.”