The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 221

Hale watched Leilani closely. He blinked and asked, "Dr. Sloan, is that a spam message?"

"Mhm." Leilani set her phone down, her tone indifferent. "Just someone irrelevant."

Hale rested his chin on his hand, looking at her thoughtfully. He couldn't resist prying. "Dr. Sloan, you're beautiful and your medical skills are top-notch. You must have a lot of guys chasing after you, right?"

Hale's gossip radar was pinging wildly.

Leilani shot him a cold look and didn't answer. "While you're here, don't ask things you shouldn't ask. I've already written your prescription. Go to the front and pick it up."

When Leilani got angry, she was genuinely intimidating. Hale raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I'll shut up."

Then he took the prescription and left.

With Hale gone, Pure Spring Clinic returned to its usual tranquility.

At noon, Leilani checked the time and clocked out. She was carrying a bag of groceries and was just about to swipe her card to enter her apartment complex when she heard a rough voice shouting from behind her.

"Hey! You there! Stop!"

Leilani didn't stop, nor did she turn her head.

"Hey, woman! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, a black Mercedes screeched to a halt right in front of Leilani. The door was shoved open, and a man with a bloated face and large ears squeezed out. His suit was strained tight against his beer belly, and his tie hung crookedly around his neck. He narrowed his beady eyes, compared her face to a photo on his phone, and grinned, revealing yellow, smoke-stained teeth.

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