The next day.
Vought Tower operated as usual.
This capitalist behemoth would not grind to a halt over any one individual's absence, though some rumors had already spread through the company.
There was no hiding the news that Roger had fallen from Vought Tower.
At that moment, however, the atmosphere in The Seven's private conference room was entirely different.
Everyone except Soldier Boy and Homelander had arrived early. They knew more than ordinary people did.
The atmosphere was oppressive. No one dared speak loudly, and they quietly awaited Homelander's arrival, like death-row prisoners waiting for the bullets from a gun.
Homelander had killed Madelyn himself. God knew how crazy he would be now.
Only Private Angel and Stormfront were exceptions, each holding her phone and laughing nonstop.
Starlight lay slumped over the round table. She felt everything had started because of her, and exhaustion and unease still lingered on her face.
The conference room door opened, and Homelander walked in.
Everyone instinctively stood, secretly studying his expression.
Wait, something wasn't right!
Why was Homelander acting so normal? He didn't look like someone who had just killed Madelyn. He even seemed a little relaxed.
Homelander surveyed the room and gave his signature smile. "Sit down, everyone."
Everyone immediately sat. No one dared ask about Madelyn.
A-Train gently nudged Maeve with his elbow, signaling for her to say something and sound Homelander out.
But the next second, Homelander lightly tapped the table. "Madelyn betrayed me, so I sent her somewhere wonderful."
As he spoke, he looked at everyone present with a fake smile.
His gaze made everyone's skin crawl, but The Deep was the most cowardly, trembling as he shrank back.
Ashley Barrett stood to one side, wearing a professional smile. "Sir, I took care of all that yesterday."
"Hmm?" Homelander gave