Chapter 4: Whoever abused my sisters would be punished with no mercy!
After chatting for more than half an hour, Queenie stood up and said, "Grandpa, I'm heading back to the Queenie Group. I'll come visit again soon."
"Well, your work is important. Everything's fine here," Mr. Wodehouse replied with a comforting smile.
"If Gary dares to upset you again, let me know. I'll teach him a lesson myself."
Queenie gave her grandfather a brief hug, then turned to John. "You, come with me. I have something to talk to you about."
John nodded and followed her silently.
Outside the yard, a sleek Porsche 911 was parked on the roadside with the driver waiting inside.
"Get in," Queenie ordered curtly.
John slid into the back seat, but as soon as the door closed behind him, he felt the air grow cold—not from the AC, but from Queenie's icy glare. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked on him like frozen daggers.
John raised an eyebrow, confused. What's with her? They hadn't seen each other in fifteen years, sure—but was that a reason to treat him like a stranger?
"Tell me," Queenie said in a steely voice. "Why did you approach Mr. Wodehouse?"
"My intention?" John echoed, puzzled. "Sister, what are you talking about?"