Chapter 1143: Problematic Blondes.
On the other side of the galaxy, a group of blondes with golden horns had gathered.
"What do you think?" Carmila asked her daughters, and her granddaughter.
"I agree." Naty said.
"Me too." Natasha said.
"It's not that efficient, but… With the number of extraordinary beings, I think he doesn't need to micromanage everything." Victoria said.
"I still haven't come to terms with him sending me here, I don't want to leave his side." Sasha grumbled.
"Fufufu~, isn't it nice to have all the Fulger women together again?"
"We're already together every day in the same husband's bed, grandma." Sasha showed a cunning smile.
Carmila narrowed her eyes: "…Dear, look at me, do I look like a granny? Stop calling me that, call me sister!"
Sasha rolled her eyes. "Please, all of you are old enough to be relics of the past." She said with a dismissive hand gesture.
