The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 390

By midday, on a rural country road.

Rarely absent from her post at the Pure-Spring Clinic, Leilani had instead driven to the countryside outside Alloy City, to a village renowned for its medicinal herb cultivation and processing.

Ever since she had been tricked by that black-hearted boss at the herbal market, leaving her unable to purchase supplies through normal channels, Leilani had kept the grievance in her heart.

Recently, she had been swamped with other matters, but now she finally had a moment of respite. Leilani had thought about it for a long time; if the Pure-Spring Clinic was to continue operating with a stable customer base, the issue of herbal supply channels had to be resolved.

However, submitting to that corrupt supplier was absolutely out of the question. So, Leilani decided to change her approach, heading straight to the countryside to acquire herbs.

With plenty of capital in hand, price wasn't her primary concern; the quality and potency of the herbs were what mattered most for the clinic. So why not negotiate contracts directly with the source? Without middlemen driving up the prices, and provided the processing was done correctly, the materials would be far superior to the mixed bag found at the market.

Leilani walked alone along the winding ridges of the fields, a backpack slung over her shoulder. A gentle breeze carried the scent of earth and vegetation, and in the distance, lush, rolling mountains stretched against the sky. She didn't necessarily expect to solve the problem on her first visit today. The scenery was lovely, so treating this as a field trip wasn't a bad idea.

As she walked, she suddenly heard urgent shouting from ahead.

"Oh my God! Someone come quick! Faith has fainted!"

"Is it heatstroke?"

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