The high and mighty Queenie York had already changed into her white prison uniform with her long hair tied up while holding an English literature book.

The woman was completely different compared to her past. An intellectual beauty could be felt from her at this moment.

To Harvey York, his sister was finally a little soft on the eyes.

“Master Horan really is reliable. I didn’t expect he could get you here before I got imprisoned.”

Queenie was slightly moved after seeing Harvey here.

“I thought I won’t have another chance to talk to other people other than the guards here.”

Harvey remained indifferent while he pulled a chair over for a seat.

“Why did you call me here?” asked Harvey calmly.

“You want to scream at me?

“Or are you trying to remember my face so you won’t forget who to haunt?” Harvey casually exclaimed.

“Since we’re both related by blood, I’ll give you ten minutes. I’ll get out of here once the time’s up.

“I’m busy after all. I have to help Yoana Mendoza deal with