The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 24

"This is Dr. Cheney. She's the one who cured me!" Tilda praised her to everyone she met, her tone full of pride. "Don't let her age fool you. Her medical skills are far better than those so-called experts!"

Seeing Leilani's youthful face, the reactions varied. Some were surprised, some skeptical, but others enthusiastically handed over business cards to chat with Leilani.

"Dr. Cheney has such skill at such a young age? Truly impressive!" said a silver-haired old man with a chuckle, noting how highly the Watson matriarch regarded her.

Next to him, a middle-aged man in a high-end suit scoffed. He looked Leilani up and down, noting her dewy, radiant skin that spoke of her youth, his eyes full of doubt.

"Tilda, have you been scammed by a charlatan? What real skill could a little girl like this have?"

Tilda's face darkened. Before Leilani could speak, she retorted coldly, "Mr. Larson, I recall the 'expert' you found last time was quite old, yet he couldn't even cure your wife's migraine. You've already ruined your own credibility, yet you have the nerve to point fingers here?"

Mr. Larson suddenly choked up.

Tilda huffed and turned to Leilani, speaking softly, "Ignore him. Come, I'll take you to meet Mrs. Lambert. She's been complaining about insomnia..."

After a round of introductions, Leilani held over a dozen business cards, and quite a few people had added her contact information to book future appointments.

Although this was Tilda's recovery banquet, the old lady's intentional introductions had unexpectedly expanded Leilani's network and client base.

After walking around for so long, Leilani was genuinely tired. She excused herself from Tilda and walked toward a corner of the Watson garden. Holding a glass of lemonade, she leaned against a pillar to rest.

Suddenly, she glimpsed a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

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