On one hand, the people in The Revengers were still coveting Heisenberg's body.
On the other hand, Heisenberg slept for another two hours before finally climbing out of bed.
Queen Maeve had not left, but neither had she lain in bed and let Heisenberg toy with her.
She was now making video calls at the desk not far from Heisenberg's bed, remotely directing her assistant to handle a series of corporate affairs.
Seeing Heisenberg get up, Queen Maeve pursed her lips and directly ended the video call.
Then she softly said to Heisenberg,
"You're awake. Wonderful. Whenever your gaze falls upon me, I feel incomparably at ease, my lord."
With that, Queen Maeve rose and walked over to Heisenberg, gently placing his slippers beside the bed.
After setting down the shoes, she swayed her shapely hips as she sat on the bed. Massaging Heisenberg's shoulders, she continued,
"As for the joint operation between us and The Revengers, I've already made all the arrangements."
"Mm."
Heisenberg nodded and said with satisfaction,
"Just hearing their lewd, frivolous laughter over the phone was enough to make them deserve to disappear from this world."
"Of course, my lord. Everything that displeases you deserves to vanish from this world!
"And according to my plan, just as I said on the phone,
"Our company will join forces with The Revengers to fabricate an alien invasion that never happened.
"By then, even their deaths will have a reason the public can accept.
"As long as we say nothing, no one will know they died by our hands.
"Just like The Revengers right now—so long as we say nothing, the public would never imagine that they're going to a small island with us for a drug party!"
As her words fell, Queen Maeve continued massaging Heisenberg, excitement appearing