Hecate swept her gaze over the room with a dark expression. She could understand Artemis being there—she was purely here to cause trouble. No, she was here to get beaten up.
But what were the three sisters Hestia, Demeter, and Hera doing in the King of Gods' bedchamber?
Since when had Russell become so irresistible?
Even if she could barely understand what the three of them were thinking, who could tell her why the King and Queen of the Underworld, and the Sea King and Queen of Heaven, had come here as couples? Was this a Zeus family meeting?
Hecate kept a dark face and said nothing, while Russell stayed out of it and enjoyed the show. One glance was enough for him to understand why.
The old father whom these unfilial children had personally locked in prison had been released, and he was living next door. They were scared out of their wits and had used playing mahjong as an excuse to seek refuge at his place.
Of course, it was also possible that Hestia, Demeter, and Hera were after his body.
This was far too interesting!
Russell chuckled and gave Hecate a look, telling her to handle it herself, then sat beside Artemis and began coaxing her into a better mood.
Pah, scumbag!
Scornful looks drifted through the room. Flirting with another goddess right in front of the Queen of Heaven, even holding hands—Zeus had never been this shameless.
At the very least, Zeus had kept up appearances. Whenever he went roaming, he wore Poseidon's skin.
Hecate's face darkened further. Even she lacked the strength to drive away so many gods at once. Then an idea struck her, and she hoisted Russell over her shoulder before taking off at full speed.
Today was a day of great significance