Just as Emma Frost's nerves were stretched taut, Solomon slowly turned from the window, his calm gaze settling on her.
He had to admit that Emma Frost, the White Queen, was exceptionally blessed.
Blond and blue-eyed, with exquisitely sculpted features and a graceful, slender figure, she possessed both stunning beauty and top-tier superpowers, making her one of the world's rare elite mutants.
Unfortunately, she had followed the wrong person.
Her past flashed through Solomon's mind. She had followed Shaw, then joined Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants after Shaw's death. Eventually, Magneto had been defeated and captured, and she, too, had fallen into human hands, meeting a tragic end through live dissection. She had spent her entire life as someone else's pawn, never once living for herself.
"Don't be afraid."
Solomon's voice was calm and gentle.
"I only want to have a proper conversation with you. I won't hurt you in the slightest."
He walked slowly to the conference table and sat down, raising a hand to indicate the empty seat beside him.
"Sit."
Still tense, Emma Frost fell silent for a moment, suppressed all the fear in her heart, and walked steadily over to sit down. Her voice was cool.
"What do you want to talk about?"
The corners of Solomon's lips lifted slightly as he spoke calmly, cutting straight to the heart of the matter:
"You should already know. The Hellfire Club isn't right for you at all. Vought is where you truly belong. You should know that Shaw is only using you. He's never genuinely cared whether you live or die. With your top-tier superpowers, once you receive an injection of Compound V and undergo genetic enhancement, there will be a place for you even among the Seven."
Faced with Solomon's offer and analysis, Emma Frost remained unmoved. Instead,