The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 341

Callahan didn't waste another word. He turned and walked toward the Maybach, his back radiating a cold, detached aura.

The engine roared to life, and the black car slowly pulled away into the rainy backdrop.

...

After leaving the café, Callahan took Leilani directly to the Langley Group headquarters.

The elevator took them straight to the CEO's office on the top floor. The moment the doors slid open, they ran right into Talbot Langley, Callahan's uncle, who had just stepped out of the conference room.

The man was dressed in a impeccably tailored dark grey suit. His face was stern, bearing a striking family resemblance to Callahan, though his features carried the weary shrewdness of age.

His gaze lingered on Leilani for a second before shifting to Callahan, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips.

"Callahan, I recall this being work hours. Why are you bringing an outsider to the company?" Talbot adjusted his cuffs. "I remember you used to be the biggest stickler for rules. Seeing how iron-fisted you were before, I thought you'd never be the type to get distracted by a pretty face."

He chuckled dryly. "I suppose I don't have to worry about you ending up alone anymore."

Talbot's tone sounded like a concerned uncle teasing a nephew, but the barbs underneath were undeniable. He was using Leilani as an excuse to imply that Callahan was slacking off to chase women.

It clearly wasn't the first time Callahan had dealt with Talbot's passive-aggressive commentary. His expression didn't shift. "Didn't you just come out of a meeting? I seem to recall you bringing Aunt Reese and Beatty to the office several times. If you can bring family, why can't I?"

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