The Next Homelander

After the meeting ended, everyone got up and left.

Queen Maeve had just risen when Homelander stopped her.

"Wait. There's something I want to discuss with you."

Queen Maeve's expression changed. Homelander had singled her out, and it couldn't be for anything good.

Once everyone else had left, Homelander walked up to Queen Maeve and looked her in the eye. "You know what I'm going to ask, don't you?"

Queen Maeve shook her head.

Though she had a faint idea.

If Homelander refused to let that matter go, it would be the last thing she wanted.

"What's your connection to that Young Man?" Since Queen Maeve was playing dumb, Homelander got straight to the point.

Homelander stared into Queen Maeve's eyes. As he asked the question, he caught the slightest change in them.

"There is no connection. I don't even know him."

Homelander laughed.

There had to be some connection between the Young Man and Queen Maeve. Otherwise, he wouldn't have singled her out for an attack.

And because Homelander had seen the Young Man's extraordinary talent and decided to kill him, he had ended up taking that punch and losing several teeth.

The blow had left Homelander stunned. As he flew backward, he thought he'd glimpsed Baldy throwing the punch. But he hadn't dared go back to settle the score. He had slunk away instead.

Homelander had suffered a crushing humiliation, and it all came back to that Young Man.

So he needed to know who the Young Man was.

Homelander gave a cold chuckle, then moved.

Queen Maeve suddenly felt a powerful hand clamp around her throat and drive her backward.

Boom!

Queen Maeve slammed into the conference room wall. The thick wall caved in slightly, fine cracks spreading outward from where she struck it.

Clatter.

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