And she was not surprised. No matter how much she hated Damien, the truth was—this bastard had the most efficient spy and intelligence network in the empire. So she knew he would find out eventually.
But so what? If she didn't accept it, what could he do?
Heena looked at him and said, "No, there is also a difference between you and him. Do you want to know?"
Hearing that, he raised his eyebrows. And no one would say that his hand had just been stabbed—blood was still oozing out, but he acted like nothing had happened. What type of personality was this?
Heena leaned forward into his face and said, "At least he is a human, not like you—a pest and a bloodsucker."
Hearing that, Damien's smile paused for a moment.
Then he looked at her and said, "Your Majesty, do you really think I am like those other fools? That if you strip away my power, I would be weakened? You know, right, that I never had my family's support. Nor do I have someone I hold dear that could stop me."
